"Scratch... scratch... scratch..."
"Crash... crash, crash... crash! The sound of the soul-hooking rope dragging on the ground was particularly terrifying in the silent night. Each noise seemed to tread right on a person's heart."
Time passed slowly, and the horrifying and piercing sound seemed endless.
Mr. Jia's face was as white as a sheet. He covered his ears with his hands, trembling all over like a sieve. Next to him, Mrs. Jia had already fainted from fear. Others were so scared they had lost control of their bowels.
Gu Yunzhi couldn't move forward; he could only watch silently from the shadows as everything unfolded before him.
