The moment the flames rose, the surrounding darkness was dispelled, and everyone was finally able to see the scene in the darkness.
How bizarre! Countless eerie humanoid figures! So close!!
They silently formed a circle, each stretching out its pale, twisted hands, as if they wanted to tear everyone apart.
Recently, his fingernails have even been piercing Xiao Chuxia's eyeballs.
Taking advantage of the dim light, they attacked from the darkness, but when the firelight reignited, they retreated into the darkness, lingering at the boundary between firelight and darkness, their figures blurry, like phantoms.
"What...what is that?!"
"Why are there so many strange things!"
"Have we fallen into a trap?"
Everyone was pale-faced and still shaken. They were just a hair's breadth away from death. Once the fire went out, it was easy to imagine that those pale, twisted, eerie hands would have pierced through their bodies in an instant.
Just as everyone was in a panic, a calm voice rang out: "Keep going."
It was Fang Xiu who was always at the forefront, with his back to the crowd. Under the protection of the firelight, the eerie sights blocking his way receded to the sides like a tide.
The crowd followed him nervously. Although they knew that the strange creature could not penetrate the firelight, they still subconsciously kept scanning their surroundings and even tried to curl up their bodies, afraid of being touched by the strange creature.
Time passed by, and as they continued to move forward, they were surprised to find that the eerie atmosphere around them had disappeared into the darkness without them even noticing!
"Strange...it's gone?"
"The fire's about to go out again, Hugh. Do you have any more ghost money?"
Fang Xiu shook his head: "That's all."
Finally, the flames were completely extinguished, and everyone was suddenly enveloped in darkness. No one dared to make any rash moves and they carefully guarded their surroundings.
A minute passed, and the strange occurrence from before did not happen.
"Look at the sky!" someone suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone immediately looked up and saw that it was snowing from the sky, gray snow!
Gray snowflakes, like goose feathers, drifted down and enveloped the crowd.
"Is it snowing?"
"That doesn't look like snow. It looks more like the ashes left after paper has burned."
"Ashes!?" Yang Ming suddenly realized something and quickly looked at the extinguished brazier in his arms. His expression immediately changed.
"The ashes from the burning paper money in the brazier have all disappeared!"
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