The footsteps multiplied behind Ye Zhaohui, overlapping noisily like those in a marketplace. More and more shadows brushed past Ye Zhaohui, each turning to look at him, revealing faces of decay, their pale eyes fixed unwaveringly upon him.
Ye Zhaohui felt a chill envelop him, a prickling sensation on his scalp, rendering him utterly frozen, incapable of any reaction.
The playground began to buzz with activity, as shadows multiplied, encircling Ye Zhaohui. They moved slowly, vacantly staring at him, circling in an eerie spiral.
And Ye Zhaohui lay at the center of this spiral.
On the spectator stand beside the playground, amidst the dense, empty darkness, Yun Qiuce stood beside Yun Qi, pulling his neck in as if stunned by the ghastly vortex of corpses on the playground.
"Why do these corpses look like this? They seem to be forming some strange array," Yun Qiuce speculated.
