Huahua has only transformed now and has not yet become a complete being.

Why are you looking at him like that?

Xie Lian was confused, and heard someone whisper: "It seems so..."

"It's not like...it's exactly the same!"

"Is it really him?"

Someone asked directly: "You are... that, the prince?"

Xie Lian blurted out subconsciously: “I’m not…”

However, before he finished speaking, he found that the white silk that he had used to hide his true face had been removed at some point. At this moment, it was the white silk that bound him up. His face was now exposed to everyone.

Xie Lian’s heart was in his throat, and he gritted his teeth and met those gazes.

He didn't know if it was his psychology, but he felt that everyone looked at him strangely. Fortunately, perhaps because of the crisis, there was no disgust or anger in their eyes as he imagined. The reason why he thought so was that the next moment, an inhuman howl suddenly broke out outside the temple!

Xie Lian turned his head with all his strength, and found that the ones howling were actually the patients with the human-faced plague he had knocked down. They had gotten up again without knowing when, and there were several times more of them. They surrounded the Prince's Palace, holding hands and forming a circle, circling the Prince's Palace while shouting, as if it were some kind of terrifying ritual, or as if it were a pure dance of demons. Everyone in the palace shrank in fear, and some young children cried, and were held in their parents' arms with their eyes and ears covered. Every face was filled with fear: "What should we do? What should we do?"

"Will these people rush in?"

"Even if they don't rush in, will we get sick if they are so close? What if we get that disease?!"

Xie Lian struggled hard, but he couldn’t get any loose at all. It seemed that the white silk had been tampered with, probably injected with magic power. He struggled so hard that veins on his forehead bulged, and he roared, “Bai Wuxiang!”

No one answered, but a cold hand patted his head. Xie Lian was stunned, his hair stood on end, and he turned his head to look, and instantly half of his scalp went numb.

No wonder the eyes of those people below were so strange when they looked at him. Not only because his face was exposed, but also because Bai Wuxiang was sitting in the darkness behind him!

In front of such a strange man in white, no one dared to breathe, let alone act rashly. The result was that Bai Wuxiang treated them as nothing and helped Xie Lian up in full view of everyone.

Xie Lian went from lying down to sitting, sitting on his altar, like a bound living statue. He could only move his eyes and head, and other than that, he could do almost nothing.

Although this scene was extremely bizarre, the howling victims of the human-faced plague outside were still more terrifying. Everyone's eyes quickly turned back to the outside. Someone murmured, "...I've heard of it, I've heard of it, people living in the same area can infect each other, this disease spreads very quickly! We are so close, so close, we are sure, sure!"

Thinking that they might be infected with the horrible plague, the whole palace was filled with despair. One person said, "How about we find a few people to rush out and kill these weirdos, and the rest of us can run away quickly?"

However, regardless of whether the people rushing out like this could kill so many weirdos, if they rushed in to fight, they would inevitably get infected with the human face plague, which would mean sacrificing themselves to save everyone else. Who would be willing to go to their own death? No one was willing.

Xie Lian wanted to, but he was currently controlled by Bai Wuxiang. Moreover, he could kill seven or eight people with one move, but with seventeen or eighteen people, there would inevitably be some who slipped through the net. There would always be people with the plague who would rush into the Prince's Temple during the gaps. As for killing Bai Wuxiang directly? Don't even think about it. It's wishful thinking.

However, someone must be able to calm everyone down now. Xie Lian calmed himself down and said, “Everyone, don’t panic! It won’t be that fast. We still have time to think of a solution.”

However, simply assuring people that “it won’t happen that fast” is not enough to reassure them.

It was Bai Wuxiang who broke the despair. He said suddenly, "The human face plague can be isolated and cured."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked up suddenly and asked, "Can it be cured? How?!"

Xie Lian's heart suddenly hung in the air. Bai Wuxiang said leisurely, "Ask the Crown Prince. He knows the solution."

Then, hundreds of pairs of eyes turned to Xie Lian again. Those gazes stung him so much that he shrank back, but was blocked by Bai Wuxiang and pushed back. Several people asked hopefully, "Your Highness, do you really know?"

Before Xie Lian could answer, he heard someone excitedly say, “I heard someone say that he knows!”

Some people also wondered: "If he knew, then why did Huang Cheng still...? If he knew, wouldn't he tell others?"

"Your Highness, please tell us quickly? Huh?

Xie Lian quickly denied it: "I don't know!"

Bai Wuxiang said, "You are lying."

Xie Lian was furious and wanted to refute, but was afraid that Bai Wuxiang would say something more. He had a hunch that Bai Wuxiang would tell him no matter whether he admitted it or not. After struggling for a long time, he said helplessly: "There is no way... There is no use!"

After being stunned, the crowd started to stir again: "What do you mean by useless? How can we know if it is useful or not if you don't tell us?"

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and Xie Lian thought to himself, “I really can’t say…”

can not say!

Once it gets out, everything will be over, all messed up!

Someone couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and said, "It's already a matter of life and death. What can't we say? Aren't we all waiting to die here together?"

Bai Wuxiang said gently: "Let me tell you."

Xie Lian angrily said, “Shut up!”

His rebuke naturally had no deterrent effect at all, Bai Wuxiang turned a deaf ear to it and said, "Do you know who suffers the least from the human face plague inside and outside the imperial city?"

Everyone looked at him tremblingly. Although they didn't dare to get close, they had to ask, "Who, who is it?"

Bai Wuxiang said: "Soldier."

Finished.

Bai Wuxiang continued, "Why soldiers? Because most soldiers did one thing. This thing is not done by ordinary people, so they contracted the human face plague."

Everyone's eyes widened, not even daring to swallow, and asked, "That thing, is...?"

Xie Lian rushed towards him, but it was nothing more than a futile effort. Bai Wuxiang laughed and slapped him back, saying, "What is it?"

He said quietly, "Kill people."

It’s over!!!

He really said it. Xie Lian collapsed on the altar, his heart sinking into an icy cave. After a while, several people were shocked and asked, "... Kill people? Kill people to avoid illness? Kill people to cure it?"

"is that a lie!"

Desperately, no! It's not a lie!

This is absolutely true. Xie Lian has personally confirmed that people whose hands have been stained with blood and human lives will not be infected with the human face plague!

No one expected the immunity condition to be this. They were all shocked and asked, "Does this make sense?"

"I've always felt it was strange, as if... I've never heard of anyone in the army getting sick! I'm afraid it's true!"

"it is true!"

"But does this mean that in order not to get sick, we have to kill people first?!"

"Kill who?"

The person who asked this question was immediately besieged: "What do you mean by 'kill someone'? Do you really want to kill someone?"

The man didn't dare to speak for a moment. But in these hundred pairs of eyes, compared to the pure fear and helplessness just now, there was something else, something extremely subtle and strange.

This was the situation Xie Lian least wanted to see. Once the method of immunity to the human face plague was exposed to the world, another inevitable thing would happen.

Kill each other!

This is why Xie Lian never dared to tell others when he found the way to immunity. As long as he kills someone, he can avoid the disaster of the human-faced plague. Maybe most people will restrain themselves, but there will always be desperate people who take risks. And once someone commits the first bloody crime for immunity, there will soon be a second and a third...

There will be more and more imitators, and eventually the world will be in chaos. In this case, it is better to keep it a secret from the beginning so that no one knows!

Xie Lian smiled bitterly and said, “Now you know why I said this method is useless.”

Everyone was silent. Xie Lian sighed, forced himself to be strong, took a deep breath, and said, "No matter what, don't panic. Don't act rashly, or you will fall into this thing's trap."

There was a couple who looked respectable and elegant below. The woman held her child and sobbed, "How could this happen? Why did it have to be like this? Why did it have to be us? We didn't do anything!"

Someone nearby said irritably, "Cry, cry, cry, why are you crying? You just keep crying! Everyone here has done nothing! Are you the only one who is unlucky?"

The woman's husband said angrily, "Why, you won't let people cry anymore?"

"What's the point of just crying and making people upset? Shut up!"

They actually quarreled over such a trivial matter. It can only be said that everyone’s emotions were on the verge of collapse and were about to explode. Xie Lian said, “Stop arguing! Calm down! Only when you are calm can you think of a solution!”

The more they were told to calm down, the more excited they became: "Why should we be calm? How can we be calm in this situation? You should calm down and think of a solution. What can we do?"

"..." Xie Lian was speechless. What could he do?

No!

He tried his best to think, and even until his brain was about to explode, he still couldn't think of any way to resolve the current situation!

Suddenly, he felt his cheek tighten, and a hand pinched his face, twisting it around so that he was facing the people below the altar. Xie Lian opened his eyes wide, not knowing what this meant. A cold voice sounded behind him: "Who to kill? Don't you know who to kill after seeing this face?"

“…”

As soon as these words were spoken, not only the altar and the altar, but even the ghost fire hanging in the air froze.

Bai Wuxiang said gently: "Have you forgotten? He is a god. In other words--"

Before he finished speaking, Xie Lian suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

After being frozen for a moment, he looked down and saw a pitch-black sword blade piercing through his lower abdomen.

The sword had a slender body, and the whole body was as deep as black jade. The sword core was as slender as a silver heart, and the sword edge was like flowing light in the cold night. It was definitely a rare sword, and Xie Lian would have tried every means to collect it and loved it so much in the past.

Xie Lian stared at it for a long time before the sword slowly withdrew and disappeared into his lower abdomen again. Bai Wuxiang continued, "——He is, immortal."

Before everyone could react, Bai Wuxiang waved his hand and threw the sword. With a clang, the sword tip sank into the ground, sticking diagonally into the ground. In front of countless pairs of eyes, it quietly exuded a layer of heavy coldness.

A burst of bloody air rushed up his throat, and the ghost fire rushed in front of him, as if trying to block his wound. Xie Lian was choked by the bloody air and gritted his teeth and said, "You...you!"

His eyes were slightly blurred, and the will-o'-the-wisp suddenly went crazy and rushed towards Bai Wuxiang, but was caught and locked in his palm, saying, "Watch out."

As he spoke, he used his other hand to twist Xie Lian’s face even harder and said, “What? Didn’t you claim to save the people?”

Xie Lian said, “But!!! But I, I…”

But he had never thought of saving her in this situation and using this method? !

Some people under the shrine were already crying from fear at the bloody scene, but some were still watching bravely: "...He...he really won't die?!"

"Really... Look, he didn't bleed much... He's still alive and well!"

Xie Lian coughed violently. Then he heard someone say, "So he won't die even if we kill him?!"

"Very good!"

The man who said it was good was scolded again: "What's good about it? What's good about it?"

The man being scolded stammered, "Since he won't die if he's killed... then there's a solution."

"But stabbing someone with a sword is too..."

"But he is a god? Even if he is stabbed, he won't die? We are just ordinary people. If we get the human face plague, we will definitely die!"

There was a quarrel below, and Bai Wuxiang said, "The common people are waiting for your salvation here. Please."

Xie Lian’s eyes were filled with anger as he said, “The only way to save the common people is to destroy this monster of yours!”

Bai Wuxiang sneered twice and said, "What's wrong? Prince, didn't you say confidently that you would not die? Why are you afraid now? Anyway, you will not die, so why not sacrifice yourself and relieve others' suffering?"

Xie Lian spat, “Is this what you were planning? Do you think everyone in the world is as dark as you?”

Indeed, many people below were not ecstatic about being rescued, but rather hesitant, vaguely divided into several factions, unable to reach a consensus. Moreover, no one went up to touch the black sword. As if he understood what he was thinking, Bai Wuxiang laughed out loud, shook his head, and sighed: "Silly child, silly child."

Xie Lian turned his head away to stop him from taking pictures, and yelled, “Get lost!”

Bai Wuxiang said: "Do you think that's because they don't want to take action? You're wrong. It's not that they don't want to take action, they just don't want to be the first to take action."

“Ahhhhhh!”

Suddenly there was a scream from the altar, and the woman from the gentle couple cried, "My child, my child!"

The child in her arms was crying non-stop, and a few uneven black shadows appeared faintly on her chubby arms. The people around her immediately left a large group of people, saying, "Oh no, the child is infected!!!"

The couple looked sorrowful. They looked at each other, stood up suddenly, walked to the altar, pulled out the black sword on the ground, let the child hold it in his hand, gritted their teeth, and stabbed at Xie Lian.

“……!”

The black sword was really extremely sharp. Just as Xie Lian felt another sharp pain in his abdomen, the couple had already pulled the sword out of his abdomen and threw it on the ground with a clang. They said, “I’m sorry… Our child is still young, there’s really… nothing we can do. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

They apologized, kowtowed to Xie Lian several times with pale faces, and returned to the crowd with the child in their arms. Xie Lian's throat was filled with blood and he was about to vomit when he suddenly heard Bai Wuxiang's chuckling.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood, saying, "What are you laughing at? Do you think you saw what you wanted to see? This is all because of you!"

The ball of ghost fire in Bai Wuxiang's palm burned even more fiercely. He said slowly: "People will only reveal their true colors when they are forced."

Among the hundred people, there was already one person who no longer had to fear the human face plague. The black mark on the child's arm gradually disappeared, and the onlookers swallowed their throats and said nothing.

After a long while, in the dead silence, another young man stood up.

He gritted his teeth and approached the altar, bowed several times, and said weakly: "I'm sorry, I don't want to do this, I really don't want to do this, but I really have no choice. I just got married not long ago, and my mother and wife are still waiting for me at home..."

As he was talking, he couldn’t continue, so he closed his eyes, drew out the black sword, and stabbed at Xie Lian fiercely.

However, because he had his eyes closed, the sword went astray and only stabbed Xie Lian's side. He opened his eyes and realized that this spot was not fatal, so he hurriedly drew out his sword, and with trembling hands, he stabbed again!

Xie Lian gritted his teeth and remained silent. After being stabbed twice, he only groaned and a mouthful of blood flowed from his lips.

He will not die, but that does not mean he will not feel pain if he is injured.

The sound of every inch of flesh being stirred by the sharp weapon, the feeling of every bone being rubbed, all made him feel so painful that he almost went crazy. In this respect, he was the same as an ordinary person.

The second man also went down after stabbing, but he didn't kowtow this time. His face was a mixture of guilt and joy of surviving a disaster. It was hard to tell which was more important. After he went down, the crowd returned to dead silence again.

After a long while, a few more people hesitated and wanted to stand up. I don't know what excuse they would use this time. Before they stood up, they heard someone say, "I really can't stand it anymore."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and Xie Lian also looked up with a pale face. The one who spoke was actually the big man who was performing arts. He said, "You did whatever that monster told you to do? I think he was just talking nonsense. Even if he wasn't talking nonsense, he wouldn't die, so you guys didn't kill people?"

Several people nearby said, "Brother, don't you see what time it is? We are all going to die!"

The street performer said, "I am here too. Am I not going to die just the same? Did I do it?"

Several people were choked by his words. After a while, someone said, "Looking at you, you don't have any elderly or children at home, right? One person's fullness feeds the whole family. Many people here have families to support. How can they compare with you?"

The street performer pointed at the couple who went up first and said, "I don't have a wife or son. If I did, I would rather die than let my son watch me do this, let alone teach him how to do it. I think your son will grow up to be a bad guy because of you as his parents. Why didn't you let your son stab you when you had no other choice?"

The woman covered her face and cried bitterly, saying, "Don't curse my son! Curse me instead!" The husband angrily said, "Are you talking like a human being? You want my son to kill his father and mother? You are totally disregarding human ethics!"

The street performer probably didn't understand what it meant to disregard human ethics, and said, "It doesn't matter who you kill. You have some integrity to let your son kill you. Besides, why don't you just kill that weird-looking guy wearing a mask?"

Hearing this, Bai Wuxiang laughed. Everyone was both afraid and angry. They were afraid of this monster and angry at this street performer. They all lowered their voices and said, "You...! Shut up!"

What if I anger this monster?

The street performer said, "Oh, you don't dare to kill the worst villain, so you stab others?"

Perhaps someone was annoyed at being laughed at by such a rough guy, and couldn't help but say: "This brother has been talking for so long, I thought he had some profound ideas. But when I looked at his face, he looked dead and pale. I guess he won't live for many days to be so brazen in accusing others. With such righteous words, why don't you sacrifice yourself to help us out?"

The street performer said, "I don't want to sacrifice myself, but no one wants to sacrifice themselves. Who wants to? Do you want to? Do you want to? But at least I won't stab others."

Someone said: "He is different."

"What's the difference?"

"He is a god! He said he would save the world. And, he will not die!"

The street performer wanted to talk, but Xie Lian couldn’t hold it in any longer. He coughed softly and said, “Brother, brother! This brother!”

After being hit by a few swords, he opened his mouth, his voice was a little weaker than usual. The street performer turned around, and Xie Lian said gratefully: "Thank you! But... forget it."

If he continued talking, someone might hit him. Xie Lian remembered that this man had suffered such severe internal injuries because of the previous competition with him. He felt guilty and said again: "Thank you! Is the injury from the broken stone on your chest healed last time?"

The big man shouted, "Ah? What did you say? What's wrong with me? Breaking rocks with my chest is my specialty!"

Seeing this man still refusing to lose face in such a situation, as if he was spitting blood while saying "I'm totally fine", Xie Lian couldn't help but want to laugh. At this moment, someone suddenly pointed at the street performer and shouted: "It's a seizure! It's a seizure!"

Xie Lian was startled, and so was the street performer. Following the instructions of the others, he touched his face and, as expected, he felt something uneven on it!

The people around him immediately moved a few feet away. Xie Lian opened his mouth, wanting the street performer to come over. But what if he came over? Would he also give him a fatal blow?

He was somewhat unable to put it into words.

Just as he was hesitating, the street performer rubbed his face a few more times and walked out of the temple. Seeing this, Xie Lian blurted out, "Where are you going? Come back! If you don't treat him, he will have a relapse!"

The street performer started running, shouting, "I'm not coming back! I said I won't do this, so I won't do this..." Soon, he disappeared. The weirdos surrounding the Prince's Temple probably knew that he was one of their kind, so they didn't try to stop him. Xie Lian shouted several times, but he finally disappeared. Everyone in the audience said, "It's over, he ran away!"

"This idiot! He'll have an attack wherever he goes. It's too late now! He's already been infected!"

"He... doesn't want to go down the mountain to kill people, does he?"

However, the big man's previous words stifled everyone in the hall, and for a long time, no one went up to stab Xie Lian with the black sword. The situation remained at a stalemate.

Xie Lian didn’t know whether he was happy, worried, or afraid. More importantly, he had no idea what to do next. He was trying to sort out his thoughts when suddenly someone stood up and said, “Can I say something?”

It was a middle-aged man. Xie Lian looked up and found that the man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. While he was thinking, he heard the man say, "To be honest, he robbed me before!"

“…”

It turned out to be that person!!!

Everyone was shocked: "Robbery?"

"Isn't he the prince? Isn't he a god? Robbery?"

The man said, "It is absolutely true."

"So? What do you want to say?"

The man said, "Nothing, I just want to remind everyone that he has robbed before!" After saying that, he shrank back.

After this sentence, the whole hall fell silent. That sentence seemed to have planted a dark seed in their hearts.

Robbery...

Suddenly, there was another scream from below, and someone said, "My legs, my legs, seem... a little weird!"

here we go again?!

Unexpectedly, more than one person shouted almost at the same time: "Me too! My back! Please help me check my back!"

No one dared to approach these two men, so one of them pulled up his trouser legs and the other took off his shirt. After everyone saw their bodies clearly, they all screamed in fear.

The human faces on these two people have actually been completely formed!

"How can it grow so fast?!"

"Have you forgotten? We have been here for quite some time!"

"But why didn't they realize it themselves?!"

"It's not in a conspicuous place, and it's just a little itchy. How should I know it would be like this!"

"It's over, it's over. Have we grown up too?"

"Quick! Everyone, check! Check your bodies!"

The Prince's Palace was in chaos. Upon inspection, screams were heard one after another. Sure enough! Many people had already had human faces appear on their bodies, but they themselves did not notice it. By the time they noticed it, those human faces already had all the facial features!

The weirdos outside the Crown Prince’s Palace seemed to sense something and danced even more wildly, holding hands. Inside the palace, an atmosphere of panic quickly spread, and Xie Lian’s heart was pounding wildly, almost jumping out of his chest.

He remembered that the outbreak of the human face epidemic was not so fast. Why did it happen so fast?

Bai Wuxiang, of course it’s Bai Wuxiang!

He suddenly looked at the instigator who was watching coldly. Before he could speak, he suddenly jumped up, took a few deep breaths, and said with red eyes: "You...you are a god, you are the prince, and you actually robbed?"

Xie Lian was slightly confused, not knowing why he would bring up this matter at this critical moment, and said, “I…”

The man interrupted him and said, "We worshipped you like that, what did you do? Robbery! What did you bring? Plague!"

The plague he brought?

Xie Lian was stunned: “…Me? Not me?! I just…”

However, at this moment, everyone's patience has reached its limit.

Nearly a hundred people, with red eyes, gathered around him. The person closest to him pulled out the black sword that was stuck diagonally in the ground. Xie Lian held his breath.

The man held the black sword with trembling hands, and said tremblingly: "You...you want to make amends, right? You want to atone for your sins, right?"

The cold light of the black sword shone, and Xie Lian’s fear reached its peak at this moment.

There are so many people. If each of them stabbed him with this sword, what would become of him in the end?

Not only was he afraid of being stabbed to pieces and turned into a puddle of meat, he was more afraid of something else. He vaguely felt that if he let them do this, there might be something in his heart that he could never go back to.

Thinking of this, Xie Lian couldn’t help but blurt out: “Save…”

However, before he could even yell “Help”, the cold black sword pierced into his body again. Xie Lian’s eyes widened instantly.

The extremely sharp black sword thrust in and out, and then it was replaced by another person, who thrust the next sword almost without a gap. The sound locked in Xie Lian’s throat could no longer be contained, and he let out a long scream.

The scream was so shrill that the people around him were terrified. Someone closed his eyes, turned his head away and said, "...Don't let him scream. Let's move quickly and end this quickly!"

Xie Lian felt someone blocking his mouth, holding down his hands and feet, and saying, “Hold him down and don’t let him roll down. Also, don’t stab him in the wrong place, it won’t count if you don’t stab him in the fatal spot!”

"Line up one by one, don't rush! I told you not to rush, I was here first!"

"Where is the fatal spot? How do I know if it counts?"

"Anyway, stab the heart, throat, abdomen, etc."

"If you're not sure whether you've hit a fatal spot, stab again!"

"No! If you stab too many people, where will they start?"

The hesitation and reluctance at the beginning disappeared as time went on, and their movements became smoother and more fluent. The pitch-black sword kept thrusting in and out, and Xie Lian opened his eyes to the utmost, tears rolling down his cheeks, and a voice in his heart was screaming silently.

Help!

Help, help, help.

Help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help, help!!!

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts… it hurts, ...

Why can’t I die? Why can’t I die!!!

He wanted to scream with the most tragic voice, but his throat was hoarse and he couldn't utter a word, probably because it had been cut. He was in so much pain that he was going crazy, as if he had suffered all the pain in several lifetimes here, and he would never feel any pain again. He couldn't see anything, the whole world was black, only a ball of fire was burning wildly not far away, getting brighter and stronger. However, it was in Bai Wuxiang's hands and could not break free from the cage.

He could not hear his own screams, but he heard another heart-wrenching scream, which seemed to come from the fire. Although it was not made by him, the pain in the scream was exactly the same as his, as if it was made by him.

However, he could no longer tolerate himself being sober at this point. Xie Lian gurgled softly in his throat, and his consciousness was completely shattered. At the same time, a raging wave of flames exploded in the Crown Prince's Palace.

“Aa ...

Countless voices of varying pitches screamed at the same time. The flames of karma passed through the area, burning fiercely, and no one could escape. The will-o'-the-wisp fire burned the hundreds of living people under the altar in the Prince's Palace into hundreds of charred corpses in an instant!

As the flames gradually dimmed and slowly gathered, the original small will-o'-the-wisp had disappeared, and in its place, a young figure gradually took shape.

The young man knelt on the charred ground in front of the altar, bent over deeply, holding his head with his hands, and screaming in agony.

He didn't even dare to look at what the person lying on the altar looked like now, because, absolutely, he was no longer in human form.

The Prince's Palace was littered with corpses. Bai Wuxiang laughed and turned around, walking outside the palace. The flames burned far more than just the Prince's Palace. The dancing monsters outside the palace were also burned into mummies and dregs. He walked past them, stepping on the charcoal-like mummies, as if he hadn't seen anything.

The entire forest, no, it should be said that the entire mountain was shaking and wailing!

Countless black shadows floated up into the night sky. They were all the undead who were scared and had to flee their habitats. They were scattered by the strong wind. Above the Crown Prince's Palace, a huge black cloud was rolling and slowly rotating, like a huge demon eye.

That is the celestial phenomenon that indicates the birth of evil creatures and the formation of fierce ghosts!