A sudden, cold wind swept along the long street.

Tong Shan watched with astonishment from inside the car. He could feel the figures closing in around them, as well as the terrifying pressure pressing against the force field from outside, actually coming to a halt. No, not merely halt. It was as if they suddenly changed their minds and decided to flee.

In the cold, rancid wind, the bloodstained white coat billowed like a ghost, dancing with ravenous hunger. 

The ghostly figure sprawled on the hood moved stiffly. Its eyes widened as it stared dully at that unfamiliar face, unable to make sense of it. It couldn’t see his face at all.

It was as if an unknown number of figures had merged into one. At times, he looked like a burning corpse. Other times, like a blood-drenched evil ghost. Sometimes his flesh rotted away to reveal white bone, and sometimes his body was covered in dense stitches, crisscrossing over one another. Sticky crimson...