Shock.
What kind of twisted person could do this? It was terrifying, chilling everyone to the core, from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads.
Among the beds was the corpse of Xia Lu, lying on one of them. The quilt was in disarray.
Chu Hao, expressionless, walked to the end of the basement. Many Exorcism Talismans were affixed to the walls, designed to prevent Ghosts from entering.
SOBBING...
From behind the main door ahead, a woman's crying could be heard.
Chu Hao strode over and yanked open the door, only to see a woman covered in blood. She screamed and lunged at him, claws ready to swipe at Chu Hao's face.
Chu Hao grabbed the woman's hand and looked down. When he saw her face, even he felt a chill creep into his heart.
This woman's face was covered in fresh blood.
The face was no longer hers; it was another person's skin sewn onto her own, grotesquely twisted and alien.
The shock was immense.
