All the people who went mad were thrown into the clearing.
Gradually, people began to die, all in bloody scenes, as if countless monsters were lurking around the gathering place, intensifying the panic among everyone.
Emotions can be contagious. When more than two people around you feel fear, you inevitably become fearful too, unable to control that fear.
Zhu Wenwu, leading forty or fifty people, surrounded the mad ones on the clearing, brandishing swords and knives at them, as if besieging some enemies.
Zhu Wenwu walked up to Su Changxing, sweating on his forehead, and said, "Brother Su, what should we do now? It seems their condition hasn't improved at all."
Su Changxing, eating a piece of cake, said indifferently, "Let's wait a bit longer. If it doesn't work out, kill them all... Want some cake? I have more here."
Zhu Wenwu turned pale at Su Changxing's words, and with a somber expression, he replied, "No, I don't feel well right now..."
