The bedroom floor was littered with scattered photographs, most of them showing a couple and a little girl, or pictures of the family of three. On the desk, one could see papers strewn about, densely covered in rambling, incoherent words.
Stepping closer, Su Zhou raised the Long Spear burning with Spiritual Fire. He lowered its tip toward the middle-aged man's forehead. The temperature-less Spiritual Fire touched the man's skin but didn't burn him, as if it wasn't even there.
'Not an Evil One?'
The feedback from his Divine Technique made Su Zhou subconsciously raise the Long Spear a little. He seemed to want to get closer and assess the situation.
But in that instant, the Dark Shadow that filled the entire ninth-floor apartment suddenly began to churn!
With the sound of rushing water, amorphous, shadowy tentacles shot out from all directions, roiling and lunging violently toward Su Zhou in the center of the bedroom!
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT—
