"You don't need to say anything."
Su Changxing stood behind him, carrying a slender Scythe on his shoulder, speaking slowly and unhurriedly, his voice spreading through the entire cemetery.
The creatures in the cemetery were in complete chaos. Ghosts of all sizes were scurrying everywhere, bumping into each other from time to time and letting out shrill screams.
A little boy with pale skin and only an upper body was still clawing a hole in the ground, trying to crawl down, looking extremely frightened.
Desperate Terror was spreading.
[You have received a portion of Terror, Mysteriousness +1]
[You have received a portion of Terror, Mysteriousness +1]
[You have received a portion of Terror, Mysteriousness +1]
...
Su Changxing was full of question marks, having never expected it to be this easy to make these Undead creatures feel Terror.
