Suddenly, a cry of pain from Mrs. Chen came from the outer room. Ren Qing quickly pushed aside the curtain.
He saw Mrs. Chen on the floor. A long, narrow gash, identical to his, was on her thigh, blood slowly seeping out and nearly staining the clothes in her hands.
She instinctively held the clothes up high, her eyes filled with an indescribable sense of regret.
At the same time, shouts echoed from all over Eight Characters Village. It was clear some villagers had suffered the same injuries, which were likely related to the shadows.
'Good thing I didn't go for the kill,' Ren Qing thought. 'Otherwise, a lot of people would have been affected.'
The youth let out a sharp, strange laugh. He stumbled up from the bed and headed for the outer room.
Under the gaze of Ren Qing's Double Pupils, the youth's skin began to rot, and a thick stench of decay spread through the air.
"Why don't you come and take my life?"
"Why don't you come and take my life?"
