Lin Hui's expression was grim. He darted to the window, his eyes fixed on any possible gaps that might have appeared around the door and window frames.
This was his study, and beyond it was an enclosed corridor. Corridors like this one, artificially sealed for the night, could easily have been damaged by the recent violent tremor, creating cracks and openings.
And it was nighttime. Once an opening appeared...
Lin Hui's face was heavy with dread.
He quickly deactivated his Illusionary Performance Technique, took two longswords from the wall, and strapped them to his back.
"HEE HEE HEE HEE..."
Suddenly, an eerie, ethereal laugh echoed from outside.
"So many here, so many... Hurry and come..."
"Husband... where are you? I've brought our child back..."
"Flesh... so fresh..."
A series of strange whispers echoed continuously from outside.
Lin Hui's heart sank. He knew his worst fears were being realized.
