Walking tourists, drawn by the sound of a bell, had vacant eyes like zombies.
In their hands, the small wooden figures emitted bursts of red, eerie light that enveloped the tourists, controlling them to follow the commands of the bell.
Qin Zhao and Chu Yan blended in among the tourists and arrived next to the river.
Suddenly, the nearby temple area cracked like a mirror, and dense black yin energy burst forth, turning the clear river water black as the white bones.
The driver rang his bell, guiding the tourists to jump into the dark river water.
Just as the first tourist was about to jump, Qin Zhao, standing at a relatively rear position, snapped his fingers.
A crisp sound suddenly rang out in the silent environment.
Everyone woke up as from a dream.
"Ah! What's going on?"
"The temple is gone! What is this?"
"Ghost! Run!!"
The tourists woke to be surrounded by a dense black fog and floating ghosts.
Panicked, they turned to run.
"Ha."
