The strangeness in the darkness was pervasive, with grotesque faces, a series of eerie cries, and chilling laughter that continuously echoed.
Liu Qin and his group stood resolute, quickly turning around.
Fortunately, after they left this area, the group of fierce beasts behind them dissipated like a gentle breeze.
HUFF, HUFF!
Everyone was gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, and in a sorry state.
After a long while, Jiang Hao recovered and looked up at Liu Qin. "Brother Liu, what are you doing here?"
In the fat man's impression, the Liu Family of East Town was nothing but a lapdog of Luo Feng Mountain—and the most inconspicuous, mangy one at that, always scrambling to lick their boots. And Liu Qin was the most sinister among the Liu Family's orphans; their few interactions had been deeply unpleasant, simply because Jiang Hao disliked him. Such a person couldn't be trusted; he might stab you in the back.
Still, one had to go through the motions of civility on the surface.
