As Lu Xuan approached the outskirts of the village, he noticed that the place lacked a gate.
The broken wooden fence stood slanted, and he could clearly see the scene inside through the gaps.
Wild vegetation grew among the abandoned houses, imbuing the deathly silence with an eerie feeling.
"Is that... that kind of ghostly creature?" Lu Xuan's pupils contracted suddenly, whispering in disbelief.
In broad daylight, he found himself witnessing something so defying of common sense.
A disheveled man was stumbling towards him, his face written with despair.
And just ten steps behind the man, a creature resembling a blood-veined infant was crawling towards him in relentless pursuit.
That thing moved on all fours, making a spine-chilling "cluck cluck" sound as it advanced.
Its deformed head tilted at an unnatural angle, and bloodshot eyes were fixed on the prey ahead.
Seeing this, Lu Xuan instinctively placed his hand on the sword at his waist.
It's him!
