582 Living Dead (2/2)
Su Xiaoluo turned around and feltthe face under the black hat to be rather familiar. ”You are?” she asked.
”Fang Gu,” Fang Gu took off his hat, revealing his face.
Fang Gu glanced at Zhang Xiaohou, who had a blank face, as if he were trying to confirm something. His gaze focused on Xie Sang again after he did not see any reaction from Zhang Xiaohou, and continued with a sinister grin, ”Don't be afraid, I'm only here for one thing: who's the asshole that killed my son? You tell me, and I might spare your life.”
”Your son... didn't your son die a long time ago?” Xie Sang's voice was already trembling from the terror he was experiencing.
The mad Gouzi ran out and blurted out everything he knew, as if he were asking for mercy, ”It's that girl... the girl, she came with the idiot's friend! I saw her hands growing into claws, and...and it penetrated Fang Liu's head!”
”Gouzi, the person you saw from Hua Village was Fang Liu? But...but didn't you...” asked Su Xiaoluo.
”Everyone is from the same tribe, it's rare for us all to be here, so I guess a reunion won't hurt. Give me a second, I'll call them here...” Fang Gu burst into sudden laughter.
In the midst of the laughter, Fang Gu had begun to draw a Star Pattern, which was the color of black blood. It was not just black like the Shadow Element, nor was it bright like the Fire Element, but a dark red with a hint of evil!
A dark aura lingered in the air, with a strong scent of blood. The dark red Star Pattern felt like the blood sacrifice offered by a priest, as it immediately emitted a tremendous bloody glow after it was completed!
Black gas immediately filled the compound with the presence of death, and following it, several figures appeared at the center of the compound, where only Fang Gu was standing before.
No one knew where the people came from. They appeared out of nowhere like phantoms, or like the beasts Summoned through Dimensional Summoning... or perhaps Fang Gu had simply opened the Gates of Hell, and dragged them out from the Netherworld...
The people looked pretty much alive. Apart from their pale faces with blood lines, they looked pretty much the same as ordinary humans.
Fang Youmiao came out from one of the buildings in the compound after hearing the noise outside. However, he immediately discovered the familiar faces of the 'people' in the compound. They looked pretty much the same as when he left the village. Fang Youmiao was so excited that he felt a strong urge to hug the villagers whom he treated like his family...
”Don't go!” yelled Su Xiaoluo suddenly.
Fang Youmiao halted in his tracks. He glanced at Su Xiaoluo in confusion. He did not understand why she was trying to stop him. The people from Sunny Goat Village had moved to the Ancient Capital, and he was finally able to meet them. Shouldn't they be happy that he was finally able to reunite with them?
”Can't you tell...” Su Xiaoluo had a stern face. She tried her very best to calm down from her overwhelming fear, ”They are all dead!”
They are all dead!
Fang Youmiao did not believe it when he heard the words. However, when he took a closer look at the familiar villagers, he eventually shivered in fear!
On a cold night like this, any breath they exhaled under the available light in the compound would turn into white mist.
Su Xiaoluo was panting heavily, breathing out white mist.
Xie Sang was breathing heavily in a panic, yet there was still white mist coming out.
The same went with the amnesiac Zhang Xiaohou; everyone's breath was turning into white mist as it came out...
However, the people from his village who had eerily appeared in the compound… they might look alive on the surface, yet none of them were breathing out white mist. There was only a strange dark red mist circulating around their mouth, nose, and ears, as if it was nurturing the dead villagers!