"Tsk tsk tsk! Look at them, they're all heartless. This person isn't quite dead yet, and she has to give them a final kick."

Ma Hehua frowned, looking at the faint ghostly aura emanating from the corpses, her eyes filled with emotion.

Those ghostly energies, like resentful grievances, twisted and swirled in the air.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here!"

Ma Linghua spoke softly, but her voice carried an undeniable authority.

"Yes, Mother, we're leaving now!"

Ma Hehua responded, hoisted Lihua onto her back, and the three of them vanished into the darkness like ghosts.

Their footsteps were light and silent, as if they blended into the darkness, and they quickly left Kyoto University, a school shrouded in the shadow of death.

All that remained was the horrific scene, whispering tales of endless sorrow and terror in the night wind; the stench of blood seemed to linger in the air, refusing to dissipate.

The next day, the wind was biting cold, as if it would freeze the whole world.

Kyoto University was like an isolated island shrouded in gloom. The news of the deaths of four students overnight was like a bombshell, instantly making the school the headlines.

This is no joke; the shadow of death hangs heavy over everyone's hearts.

The police acted swiftly and launched an investigation.

But as the investigation deepened, they discovered that this was no ordinary case.

Soon, a special operations team arrived. They looked serious, their eyes revealing a wariness of the unknown.

These people are professionals who deal with such paranormal events, and they know that ordinary police officers are powerless in the face of such situations.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the scene, a scent intertwined with death and the supernatural.

The special operations team members carefully investigated, leaving no stone unturned. Their appearance was like a glimmer of hope in the darkness, but this light seemed so faint in the face of the thick, eerie fog.