Everyone sees the world differently.
Chen Yan didn't understand how Wang Yunxiao could face these monsters so calmly.
Yes, monsters.
The large black rat in Wang Yunxiao's eyes was a profoundly terrifying creature in her view.
That wasn't just any rat, it was clearly a fierce beast! It opened its gaping mouth, showing its full set of sharp, menacing fangs, which even had strands of blood-red meat from some animal hanging from them.
Its fur was so dense and heavy, just like human hair... No, more like the hair of a Drowned Ghost, wet and gloomy, emitting the foul stench of a bloated, rotting corpse under the smoke of fire.
And that Third Master Ding, he looked even more sinister and frightening.
He was as thin as a stick, his skin dry and yellow like aged talisman paper, his voice as raspy as sawing wood.
Many children hung from his body.
