"Woo..."
The gust of wind arrived without warning, and the sound it made was reminiscent of someone crying.
In any other setting, it might not have been unsettling, but here in a cemetery full of tombstones, it was hard not to let one's heart skip a beat.
Ji Liangcai shuddered as he looked at Ji Shengli, who suddenly bent even lower, and started coughing violently, mucus and tears pouring out together, resembling a drunken man lurching against a lamppost to vomit uncontrollably.
"Smack!"
A fist-sized sticky blob fell to the ground and began to wriggle, appearing as a living creature.
"Gasp..." Ji Liangcai inhaled sharply, feeling the chill at the back of his neck intensify, causing his hairs to stand on end.
"Smack!"
Another sticky blob emerged from Ji Shengli's mouth, and within a minute, a total of six blobs appeared on the ground.
The first one expelled had mostly emerged by now.
