Countless specks of dust fluttered down, settling upon that vacant, twisted face. Such an intimate pin against the wall, yet it couldn't make the other feel any warmth.
There was no heart racing like a frightened deer, only horror as if trampled by a rampaging elephant.
Even Ghosts possess the instinct to seek advantages and avoid harm. Otherwise, why do they always scare little children and bully young girls? Why not go after retired soldier kings, or those brawny men who return after a decade in the army only to find their daughters living in dog kennels?
The seemingly soft target, like a Transformer, instantly changed and became a hand grenade at arm's reach.
Even the mad Remnant Souls felt a moment of terror and fear.
Then, they saw the roiling darkness rising behind Huai Shi, and within the darkness, countless hungry and ferocious crimson eyes.
