Pop! One more! Pop, and another one! Pop…
Ling Hanyu sat on the ground, as though completely rooted, unable to move at all. He wanted to close his eyes, but it was as if his eyelids were refusing to listen even one bit to his command.
Just like that, he stared with his eyes widened big and round.
Watching in total fear… Only the front and back areas below his hip were still leaking some kind of stuff uncontrollably…
Mama… Nine of them! There were a good nine ghosts here! Nine!
He looked at the row of human heads in front of him and then around the graveyard. There happened to be exactly nine tombstones there…
Could it be… could it be that…
The next moment, next to the nine human heads, blackened arms reached out neatly. All five fingers on each hand were pitch-black and their joints made cracking noises as they pointed at Ling Hanyu simultaneously…