Sixth Level Personnel were about to say a few words to encourage everyone, but the next second, he and everyone present felt a sudden heaviness in their hearts, realizing that the scene before them had darkened.
The area had inexplicably become damp, and the surrounding walls were covered in countless mold spots.
Drip, drip...
The sticky footsteps, as if walking on water, came one after another, from far to near.
With its approach, a rich and unbearable stench began to pervade the air, like flesh that had been left to rot in a refrigerator for over a dozen days before being discovered.
And the already damp space began to fill with a faint mist.
Within the mist, silhouettes like wronged souls fluttered to and fro...
"No way, this can't be, Director Chen..." an employee said while keeping a close eye on the statue and noticing the changes in the air, immediately realizing something.
"Damn, controlling ghosts, fungal corruption, these abilities..."
