Yin Meng picked up the stones on the ground and kept hitting her face with them, hoping to ease the torment she was experiencing.
Soon, her face was covered with wounds, and blood kept dripping down.
Some fell to the ground, while others flowed along the corners of her lips into her mouth.
She was stunned, as images that shouldn't have appeared seemed to float in her mind, she wanted to capture them but found it very difficult.
Meanwhile, the screams on Ghost Street not only did not subside but became even more exaggerated.
Countless shopkeepers frantically ran into the street and, together with the original pedestrians, tore at their own skins, this scene was like hell on earth.
...
Inside the yellow pickup truck.
The radio, which originally had a stand-up comedy routine belonging to Tan Wenbin, suddenly emitted piercing static, and countless sharp wails came out from it.
