"You're leading away the new Gao Ming?" Luo Dong saw the middle-aged man giving him the life-saving raincoat, somewhat worried.
"It's okay, the monster won't harm me. It even wants to perfect itself through my wife and me, gradually replacing my child." The middle-aged man certainly knew the danger, but for his child, his words conveyed not a hint of hesitation or fear.
"Alright then." Luo Dong put on the raincoat, feeling sticky all over. It was damp and stuffy, and he could still smell the scent of blood when he breathed.
Trying to look inside the raincoat, Luo Dong's cold sweat poured out, as many strands of hair were sticking to where the raincoat touched his body. As a rustling sound began, faces of the dead appeared inside the raincoat, their cold gazes fixing on Luo Dong, their fingers sliding over his body.
