Zhang Fan couldn't help but rub his eyes, but when he looked again, the white banner had shifted direction, and all those shadowy figures had turned to stare at him, their gazes eerie and deep.
"Run."
Zhang Fan's heart shuddered, and on instinct he turned to flee.
Jingle-jingle... jingle-jingle...
Just then, that crisp sound of the bell rang out once more. Zhang Fan suddenly felt his body go weak, his steps staggering, and he collapsed to the ground.
When he looked up again, that white banner was already standing right in front of him. On its ghastly pale surface were strange talismans, like dragon and tiger entwined, announcing great misfortune and deadly omen.
Rumble...
At the same time, those bizarre figures surged forth like a horde of ferocious ghosts released, all lunging at him.
In that instant, Zhang Fan felt as powerless as a drowning man, an unprecedented chill enveloping his entire body.
"Damn."
