what-" song Changqing turned his head when he heard the scream, but he didn't see anything strange.
A damp smell mixed with the rancid smell of corpses entered his nose. It was somewhat similar to the smell he had smelled when he had spent the night in the cemetery while training his courage.
The one who screamed was a man with a towel wrapped around his head. He pointed in a certain direction and was trembling so much that he couldn't even speak clearly.
Song Changqing followed his line of sight and broke out in a cold sweat.
In the direction the man was pointing at, a black shadow had appeared out of nowhere, almost merging with the door.
Before this, the shadow had appeared without any sound. Even the old Daoist and his disciples, who were on high alert, did not notice it.
The shadow was slightly bloated, and its back was facing the master and disciples, so they couldn't see its face clearly.
