At this moment, Wei Shan suddenly clenched the umbrella handle tightly. The large umbrella began to tremble with a "creak creak" sound, and twisted, hideous faces seemed to emerge from the patterns that didn't exist originally on the umbrella surface.
"Hehehe... Hehehe..."
Pale white scorching breath began to emerge faintly from Wei Shan's mouth and nose, and a golden glow began to flicker in his eyes, making him look like the awakening engine of a steam locomotive in the wind and rain.
He began to rapidly flare his nostrils, and the golden gaze darted through the wind and rain, as if searching for something.
Suddenly, as if discovering something, he jerked his eyes toward the ground.
"Beneath your feet! Old Lin! Look beneath your feet!" he growled through his teeth, "Something... is coming out!"
"Hehehe... Hehehe..."
"Filthy thing!"
He gripped the umbrella handle more tightly, as if desperately restraining something.
