In the room, the sixteen-year-old boy, Billy, couldn't stop crying.
Before, he had already informed Du Wei that his younger brother had been eaten alive by the monster that looked like a clown.
To the side,
Gena said with a bitter tone, "We've chosen to call the police and have also checked under the tree Billy mentioned, but we didn't find any traces of blood."
Du Wei nodded slightly and said, "Things like Evil Spirits are generally invisible to the average person unless they are targeted. Moreover, those entities are very bizarre and can't be understood with known logic."
Gena sighed and fell silent.
Meanwhile, Du Wei thought for a moment, walked over to Billy, and, in a state of Spirit Vision, quietly observed the black mist on Billy's body.
Though he did not feel any malice,
It didn't mean they would be at peace.
Besides, what Du Wei needed to do now was to find the clown and bring it back to the clinic.
"I need to get it to target me first."
