Zheng Xiu gripped his head with both hands, his eyes shot with blood.
BANG.
BANG.
BANG.
BZZZZT—
It was as if an invisible sledgehammer was pounding on his skull, blow by blow, until it smashed a great hole. Then, the hammer plunged into the pulpy white of his brain, churning it back and forth until all that remained was a piercing, static buzz.
Pain.
The prisoner cart became the epicenter of a black hole, sucking in all the surrounding moonlight and the color of blood. It was an abyss of pure darkness and malice.
"Younger Brother Gongsun…"
"Younger Brother Gongsun!"
Chu Chengfeng's anxious voice called to him. Though Chu Chengfeng was right there supporting him, his voice, which should have been inches away, seemed to grow more and more distant, more and more faint.
"Don't kill me…"
"Help…"
"AHHH—"
"It's a ghost! A ghost!"
