Late at night.
A ghost named Oakley wandered through the lower city district of Pulmoath.
Its expression was indifferent, and though ordinary people could not directly see it, they could feel the trembling sensation emanating from the depths of their souls.
Aaron possessed Oakley, passed through one building after another, and entered the headquarters of the 'Vultures'.
His eyes lit up as he saw large pools of blood, and corpses facing outward at the entrance, trying desperately to escape.
The fear and distortion before death were perfectly displayed on their faces, coupled with the dark blood beneath them, like an ink painting from Hell.
"It seems that they haven't been discovered yet, because the 'Vultures' had concealed their headquarters quite well, and even had a curse power protecting them that was extremely unfriendly to ordinary people..."
Of course, this defense was paper-thin for a Fourth Essence 'Evil Spirit,' easily pierced through.
