"This is bad; the situation is grim!"
When Ye Xiaofei and Xu Hu realized something was amiss, Zhuge Qingyun also noticed that something strange was happening under the big locust tree and couldn't help but exclaim in alarm.
"Return my life to me..."
"Return my life to me..."
As the chilly wind grew more violent, the whimpers became even more tragically piercing: the violence of men, the misery of women, the lament of the old, the weeping of children...
All the whimpering sounds merged into one, like ghosts wailing and wolves howling. The incessant noise made one's scalp tingle and limbs turn ice-cold.
"Ghosts..."
"Run for it..."
Suddenly, those onlookers who had been idly watching from not too far away turned ashen-faced, screaming and shouting as they turned around and desperately fled toward the distance.
Everyone was fleeing; no one dared stay any longer!
