Black Snake Hand chuckled and said, "Surprised? Or what did you think, why would I be here."
Chen Tiannan was stunned, and suddenly found the remaining quarter of the mask familiar, capable of covering only one eye, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Back in District Thirteen, there was also a masked person. That person's identity was unknown, but they should be dead, killed by the widespread outbreak of pollution.
"Have you been to District Thirteen?" Chen Tiannan inquired.
Black Snake Hand smiled without answering, waving a single hand, "Embrace death peacefully, the Nameless Lord will remember you."
He spoke words of mystery.
Four black shades launched attacks on the surrounding people, bodies of those touched became rigid and cold, then collapsed to the ground twitching uncontrollably, their gaze turning hollow, as if... their souls had been drained.
Feeling the threat, Chen Tiannan turned and ran back, shouting, "Retreat! We're not their match! Retreat!"
