The entire Hengyuan Private Middle School was filled with a chaotic frenzy.
People surged out from each building like a tide, surrounding Huang Xiaolong in the playground.
There were at least a thousand people!
Students, teachers, security guards...
Their faces were twisted with hate, greed, resentment, fear, mockery, and curse, and so on.
And they were snarling like mad dogs.
These were people, but they were all enchanted by ghost arts, irrational, revealing the evil and ugly side of human nature.
Simultaneously, the sky above the playground was swirling with gloomy Yin Qi, dark clouds hanging overhead, and hideous ghost faces were blossoming within the fluctuating Yin Qi. The cries of thousands of spirits were audible, sending chills down one's spine.
