Chapter83

Even so, she dared not step forward, only dared to hide.
She could only hope that the evil spirit would be satisfied after killing Jiang Che. After waiting about ten minutes, she finally couldn't resist creeping forward, looking for Jiang Che's corpse.
Jiang Che could die, but the items on Jiang Che couldn't be lost!
She pushed aside the fog, and saw the girl with intestines in her hands, wrapping them around Jiang Che's neck.
She screamed because Jiang Che was crouched on the ground, as if bewitched, with a smile on his face, allowing the girl to kill him.
This feeling was so eerie, different from the usual killing and bloodshed. She'd seen too much slaughter and gore, watched Survivors escape from Dungeons in live streams or video replays.
She was long used to blood and death. But seeing someone bewitched, letting themselves be strangled by an evil spirit, she had never seen that.
After her scream, the girl's evil spirit snapped its head in her direction.
Without a word, Ya ran toward the rear.
She could only hope to take advantage of the time it took for the girl to kill Jiang Che—run as far as she could.
If she made it out alive, she'd come back at dawn.
As Ya ran, she resolved: if she lived through the night, she'd return to the cemetery at daybreak and take Jiang Che's belongings.
The girl heard Ya scream, and was utterly thrilled!
Yes—just like this! It's this kind of scream!
The scent of fear quickly spread through the air; humans are just this timid, born to be vessels for fear, the nourishment for evil spirits like herself.
Jiang Che looked behind him, puzzled. He saw nothing, only fog curling around the tombstones, desolation everywhere.
But that voice just now sounded so much like Ya.