Zhihao's eyes went wide as he looked at the person who was painted on the huge canvas that was hung up on the white wall in front of him.
"This man cannot be the monster. The blood sucker must be hiding inside!" The woman who had a pitchfork in her hand moved forward as if she was about to break through the door.
Li Ling pursed his lips as he stood in front of the woman and didn't let her enter.
The woman glared at the man as she shouted at him, "Why are you obstructing our way?! We are trying to rinse this world from evil! This is good for all of us!"
"Good for us?" Li Ling chuckled and coughed as if purposely mocking the woman as he responded, "Don't joke around with me. What type of monster are you talking about? I don't see anything."
"The monsters inside!"
'He's definitely inside!"
"Stop protecting it!"
The mob seemed to be united by the hate they had for this so-called monster they were all here for.
