A corpse suddenly evaporated beneath an oil lamp, leaving only a line of blood on the ground: "Shadows eat people."
In the flickering candlelight, Shen Zhan glimpsed his own shadow grinning viciously.
Inside a dilapidated shrine at the City God Temple, seven dark-gold fragments came together to form an incomplete eyeball.
The branded chains on Lu Qian's arm glowed red inch by inch, pulsing in rhythm with the fragmented eyeball.
