The sound was getting louder, as if it was getting closer.
The crowd was startled and turned their heads suddenly.
They saw the blood flowing from the syringe, gathering on the ground, suddenly began to move.
The blood began to flow towards them.
Seeing this, everyone’s scalp tingled with fear.
"Is it really a ghost?"
The young man who had been scolded earlier, his pupils trembling constantly, clung to the door while shivering, muttering continuously, "I told you, it’s him, it must be him who returned, it must be him... He’s back for revenge..."
Everyone shuddered collectively but no one scolded the young man again.
"Crap! It’s coming towards us!"
At this moment, someone else screamed.
Everyone looked over and saw the blood already speeding towards them.
The young man standing at the front didn’t react in time, and his toes touched the blood.
He froze completely, staring blankly at the blood.
The next second, a blade suddenly extended from the blood, and with a sharp sound, stabbed into his foot.
The young man screamed immediately, collapsing to the ground, "My, my foot!"
As he sat down, the blood flowed underneath his body.
Before anyone could react, they saw another blade flash behind him.
The person next to him screamed in warning.
Before the words finished, the blade pierced through that person’s body with a sickening sound.
The blood on the ground pooled even more, all converging together and continuing to flow towards the others.
The speed of the flow seemed to increase.
"Don’t, don’t touch the blood, you, you’ll die!"
The young man, staring at the blood, suddenly thought of something and shouted.
Everyone was stunned; before they could react, a puddle of blood surrounded a middle-aged man.
In almost the blink of an eye, they heard the sound of flesh being pierced.
Turning their heads, they saw a syringe as thick as an adult’s arm, puncturing the middle-aged man’s neck.
He stood there stiffly, without even having the chance to scream, his life snuffed out.
The stunned crowd collectively screamed in panic.
But at this moment, everyone understood.
The blood was a death omen.
If touched by the blood, they would die!
Realizing this, everyone began to flee in all directions desperately.
The blood seemed to know their intentions, as if it was alive, suddenly splitting into many streams and rapidly rushing towards everyone.
Turning back, they saw the blood standing up like a huge net, pouncing on them.
Just as everyone was too scared to breathe, flames suddenly burst out from the side, crashing onto the blood with a loud bang.
The blood was instantly smashed into powder, falling to the ground.
Then, it quickly gathered into a mass again.
The next second, a talisman flew over and landed on the blood.
The blood seemed to sense some threat, instantly retreating a little.
Following the direction of the talisman, everyone saw a man standing at the stairs on the second floor.
It was the long-haired handsome man who had visited two days ago.
They had heard before that this man was a master specially invited by the factory.
Not caring why he suddenly disappeared two days ago, seeing the master was like finding a lifeline, everyone desperately ran towards Qing Yue.
The next second, the blood on the ground began to move again.
Seeing this, Qing Yue shouted coldly, "If you don’t want to die, don’t move!"