The woman slowly stopped. She looked at Yuu Matsumoto who was walking over eagerly, and a trace of disgust flashed in her silent eyes.

"Ugly man." She whispered.

"What did you say?" Yuu Matsumoto asked subconsciously without hearing it clearly.

But he was greeted by five skinny fingers. The woman's cold fingers grabbed his face and contracted slightly.

puff!

His head suddenly burst out like a watermelon rolling under a truck tire.

Huang Mao looked at this scene from afar and let out a tragic cry.

"Murder!"

This situation began to happen all over Hiroshima Prefecture.

The dark clouds cover the sun, and hundreds of ghosts are rampant.

In cities, villages, streets, mountains and forests, all kinds of legendary monsters emerged one after another, enjoying this rare carnival.

Blood, death, soul.
Chapter completed!