Xiong Ying ran on the road. There were no cars, so he could run as much as he wanted, passing through streets and alleys like a red and blue whirlwind.
The closer he got to his target, the more he could sense its helplessness and fear. That fear was gradually deepening. He rarely encountered victims so terrified.
Now, saving someone was the only thought in Xiong Ying's mind.
Carrying a wisp of dust, Xiong Ying stopped beneath a building. He looked up, locked onto the target's floor, and leaped up. He clung to the wall and began to climb upwards at an extremely fast speed.
He didn't have time to climb stairs slowly; every second counted when saving someone!
At the same time, in the city center of Qingchuan City, inside a black sports car, Changsun Jing put down his phone and said to Wen Wen, "I received a report from an informant that a red figure is rushing towards the city center at extreme speed. That should be the Little Dragon Hero."
"The city center... isn't this the city center? If his target is the city center, it means something is happening or has happened here, and we don't know about it?"
Wen Wen's expression was a little grim. He got out of the car, floated into the air, and stood on the rooftop of the tallest building nearby, leaving Changsun Jing behind.
Changsun Jing looked in the direction Wen Wen had left, sighed, and chased after him. He wanted to talk to the 'Little Dragon Hero' himself, so he couldn't lose track of Wen Wen.
The most convenient and fastest way to find the Little Dragon Hero was to use Tao Qingqing's ability to summon a large swarm of bats for a carpet search.
However, Tao Qingqing was currently in the process of advancing, and Wen Wen didn't want to disturb her by using her power.
Fortunately, he had captured many demons before, including some with abilities useful for finding people. Wen Wen tapped his wrist, switching to the fearful demon's constitution.
The Fearful Demon was a disaster-level demon that fed on human fear, thus possessing the ability to track human fear.
This tracking range was vast. If he was lucky, the place with the densest fear nearby would be where the Little Dragon Hero would appear.
After activating the ability, chaotic and complex emotions assaulted Wen Wen's senses from all directions.
His touch, smell, hearing, intuition, and other senses were all filled with intense emotions. Wen Wen sifted through these jumbled emotions to find one of humanity's most primal emotions: fear!
After about two minutes, Wen Wen opened his eyes, stared in one direction, and smiled. He had sensed it!
He then floated in the air, purple-black energy propelling him in that direction.
Changsun Jing, who had just panted his way to the rooftop, watched despairingly as Wen Wen calmly flew away. At this moment, he had a strong desire to advance to the 'Assimilation' realm.
At least, after advancing, he wouldn't always be eating dust behind other Assimilation realm experts...
It had to be said that the Faceless Demon's abilities were quite useful. They could be used to strengthen oneself, control objects, or launch external attacks.
This was the most versatile energy Wen Wen had discovered so far. He could fly without wings thanks to the whims of this ability.
As long as Wen Wen could think of it, he could use this energy anywhere, even to make urination smoother.
However, precisely because of its powerful versatility, it didn't excel in any particular aspect. Without imitation, it was difficult to engage in direct confrontation with other disaster-level experts.
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After Meng Chun finished his story, a woman whose face looked familiar but whose name he couldn't recall walked to the center, pushing the stiff-bodied Meng Chun aside.
"Meng Chun has finished his story. I'll tell one too. This story is also related to this building. It all started four years ago. Back then, I was an ordinary employee working on this floor..."
The woman told her story in the first person, which gave her words strong immersion.
Her story was a continuation of Meng Chun's, but it was told from the listener's perspective. When the story reached the point where all their listeners were killed by the male employee, it took a new turn.
"After we died, our souls wandered here. Loneliness and emptiness eroded our sanity. But this floor was sealed, and we could only drift alone."
"We always hoped that one day, someone would tell us ghost stories like they did four years ago, and we would listen quietly..."
As he listened to the woman's story, Meng Chun's body grew stiffer. He suddenly realized that things had spun out of control the moment he chose to start telling ghost stories.
His previous ghost stories weren't baseless; he had indeed investigated the building's history, and the ghost stories he told were adaptations of real events that had occurred in this building! Sudana Novel Network
Meng Chun had originally just wanted to scare his colleagues with his ghost stories. He never expected to actually scare them, but he seemed to have attracted something that shouldn't have appeared!
Among the dozens of people gathered here, perhaps only his dozen or so colleagues were alive. As for the rest... they were all the deceased from this floor!
"No, perhaps there aren't that many living people. Maybe I was the only one working overtime here in the first place..." The more Meng Chun thought about it, the colder he felt, and he began to worry that he wouldn't make it out alive today.
Next, the entire office seemed to transform into a ghost story competition venue. One person after another stood in the center, recounting chilling stories.
Their ability to tell ghost stories wasn't very good, and their stories were told stiffly, but their words were more horrifying because they sounded like personal experiences!
Surrounded by these people, Meng Chun couldn't even run, because he didn't know whether the person sitting behind him was human or something else.
Moreover, listening to stories here might be the safest option. Who knew what terrifying things they might do if he refused to listen to them.
So Meng Chun silently prayed, hoping someone would come to save them. Although he knew the possibility was slim, he still prayed.
The storytellers took turns, and a trembling figure was pushed forward by the others into the center.
"I... I'll tell everyone a ghost story."
Seeing this person step forward, Meng Chun's anxiety eased slightly because she had a terrifying mask on her face. She was likely Li Meiqi, which meant Meng Chun wasn't the only living person in this group.
But soon, Meng Chun's heart tensed again, because Li Meiqi didn't tell ghost stories; she only listened!