"It's a ghost...no, they're scarier than ghosts."
Zhu Ci said to Mo Lin in a panic.
Mo Lin instantly recalled the words Dao Wuxuan had said to him this morning.
"Underworld? Evil spirits?"
"Yes, yes... they're evil spirits, from the Underworld."
Zhu Ci chimed in: "Those evil spirits are a thousand times scarier than ghosts.
They not only eat people, they even eat ghosts."
"Calm down, don't be so tense," Mo Lin tried to comfort Zhu Ci.
Zhu Ci directly tore open his shirt.
Mo Lin couldn't help but shiver.
A large chunk of flesh was missing from Zhu Ci's chest.
One could even see the bones inside.
The wound was strange, as if it had been burned, appearing charred.
"I almost died," Zhu Ci said slowly.
Seeing the wound, Mo Lin finally understood why Zhu Ci was so afraid.
As someone who experienced it firsthand, only he knew the terror of evil spirits.
"Two days... no, one day.
At most one day, the evil spirits will enter Hongzhou, and then it'll be too late to escape."
