Mad words and utterances came suddenly, came ethereally.
It seemed to be within the city.
And seemed to be beside everyone's ears.
"Who is it?"
The six foundations were all astonished and doubtful.
Lin Heng's expression changed suddenly as he turned sharply and looked at a shabby monk in the crowd.
The monk did not meet his gaze, nor did he look at the Corpse Fiend, just shaking his head and muttering to himself.
But an astonishing scene unfolded.
Centered around the Mad Monk, all the crying and clamor vanished, the fleeing people and worshipping believers froze in their actions.
The leaves blown off branches by the wind in the city hung still before the traffic lights.
Rats escaping from the manhole covers froze at people's feet.
"Hiss!"
The six foundations gasped in disbelief, pointing at the Corpse Fiend.
"What... happened?"
