Situ Du thought that hiding in the temple could temporarily avoid the terrible sarcoma, but in this cruel world, as a human being, he couldn't escape those things no matter where he was. The difference lay only in the way of death.

  When Situ Du saw countless dark shadows emerging from the wall and rushing towards him, he knew something was wrong. He couldn't help but curse and rushed forward to push away the table and chairs blocking the door. If these things could emerge out of thin air, it would be better for him to wander around in open spaces.

  But those black ghostly shadows stretched out their hands, approached him in an instant, and with two pushes, they forced him to leave the main gate. Sutu Du could only retreat quickly, his eyes scanning around, discovering a side door of a grand hall, turning around to run towards it.

  He took a step forward and his foot slipped. If he hadn't grabbed onto a chair in time, he would have fallen forward.

  "Let go!" Situ Du's face was full of anger as he used force to stomp on Zhao Wenqing's hand, trying to get him to release his grip.

  Zhao Wenqing was paralyzed with fear on the ground, unable to crawl up, tightly grasping his pants. The originally weak face also showed a desperate viciousness, "You take me with you, otherwise I'll drag you down to die together!"

  Situ Du sneered and touched the knife he found in the kitchen, without hesitation, he chopped Zhao Wenqing's hand with one knife.

  "Ah——"

  This miserable cry does not only belong to Zhao Wenqing, but also belongs to Situ Du. This man is ruthless and cruel, several times pulling people around him to block the knife, did not expect to capsize in a ditch, was framed by Zhao Wenqing, this weak thing he looked down on.

  His one knife almost cut off Zhao Wenqing's hand, and Zhao Wenqing saw that Situ Du didn't want to save himself. Evil arose from his heart, and he also took action. He didn't know when he had hidden a knife, which stabbed through Situ Du's leg.

  "Damn it...!" Sito Qu had a sharp dagger stuck in one leg, his eyes gleaming with ferocity. He thought of killing Zhao Wenqing outright, but those ghostly things were closing in fast, and he didn't dare get entangled with Zhao again. Besides, they wouldn't let Zhao off the hook anyway, no need for him to take matters into his own hands.

  Situ Du hobbled past row after row of red chairs, running towards another door. Zhao Wenqing's mournful cry echoed throughout the grand hall, the reverberations lingering on and sending chills down people's spines.

  The ghostly shadows did not rush to chase after Situ Du, instead they watched with intense malice as their prey struggled in its final moments. Many dark shadows gathered around Zhao Wenqing's side, these black shadowy figures that had previously been unable to touch Xin Yan were now able to make contact with Zhao Wenqing without any obstacles. After surrounding him, the sound of chewing and tearing flesh could be heard continuously.