In the room.
The lights were still on.
After hearing Du Wei's words, Ruth didn't suspect some kind of prank, because she indeed felt an unusual chill at her back.
It was like standing near an air conditioner, that kind of bone-penetrating coldness, but not quite the same, since this chill was accompanied by a clear malice.
She didn't dare to turn around at all, and could only rush towards Du Wei.
This man was able to make the shadow merge into the darkness; the closer she got to him, the safer she surely would be.
In less than a second, Ruth had made the most correct assessment.
Unfortunately...
She hadn't managed to rush to Du Wei when the scarecrow in her hand instantly burst into ashes.
Then, she felt the scene before her eyes suddenly change.
Her point of view shifted to a bird's eye view, looking down from above.
Hovering...
Then, Ruth couldn't help but let out a scream, her voice filled with pain and ferocity.
