"Uh..."
Under the eerie atmosphere, the gangsters' faces turned ashen, their eyes filled with extreme terror, as if they had witnessed Sadako appearing in the darkness.
The arrival of the mysterious figure had left the gangsters dumbfounded.
The four of them wore expressions of disbelief. Was this a human or a ghost? Everyone was chilled to the bone, harboring the same thought.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
The footsteps were still light as if feathers landing, but the figure of the mysterious person had gradually become clearer—a head of sharp, crisp short hair, a golden beast mask covering half the face, and a pair of chilling eyes staring at them, as if shooting out bolts of lightning.
In his right hand, the masked person held a long knife, its blade slender, five feet in total length, with a twelve-inch hilt and a thirty-eight-inch blade. The blade was only two fingers wide, slender, exactly the legendary Miao Knife.
