The shadow behind him followed closely, and Number Two stayed by Zhou Ze's side, ready to guard against possible attacks.

"They're deliberately driving us," Number Thirteen said, looking up weakly at the shadows closing in. "Like a pack of wolves driving prey."

Number Two knew this all too well, but in the current situation, there was no room for choice. He wasn't alone; he had Number Thirteen with him. He regretted agreeing to bring the latter along.

The huge bar was still reveling. Various colored spotlights in the dance floor shone on people's faces and bodies, forming a sharp contrast with the incomplete shadows left on the ground.

People in front of them also noticed them, but Zhou Ze's attention was always on the ground and the walls. In this bar, people were not scary; the shadows were the source of terror.

His gaze swept along the ground, and the bizarre shadows repeatedly refreshed his understanding of fear until two shadows caught his eye and drew his attention.

It wasn't that these two shadows were particularly rare, but that they were too normal. They weren't distorted, and they didn't lack arms or legs. Their heads and bodies were complete, without any holes being hollowed out.

Before Zhou Ze could think about it, these two shadows suddenly moved—no, it was… it was these two people who suddenly moved! A glint of cold light flashed, and a dagger swung towards him.

Zhou Ze reacted faster today than he ever had in his life, immediately dodging to the side, barely avoiding it. But out of the corner of his eye, another dagger blocked his retreat, and the target was no longer him, but the boy on his back.

In desperation, Zhou Ze almost subconsciously raised his arm, preparing to block the blow. The next second, warm blood splattered out and onto his face, but Zhou Ze felt no pain.

Because it wasn't him who was hurt, but someone else.

The cowboy hat man reached out and grabbed the blade, and bright red blood dripped along his fingers.

Then, in Zhou Ze's confused gaze, the man who had attacked them began to dance strangely. Judging from his horrified expression, this was clearly not his intention.

Zhou Ze immediately understood that those who attacked them were people, people like them, not the surrounding ghostly things.

The man's dance became more and more exaggerated, the movements larger and larger, in a strange rhythm. Zhou Ze could even hear the creaking sound of his joints rubbing.

"Crack!" The man's forearm joint twisted backwards.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

…

Then came his knees, and all the joints in his body. The man's mouth and nose spurted out a large amount of bloody foam, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness. Finally, he fell to the ground in extreme pain, twitching all over, and breathed his last breath.

All of this happened in an instant. The other attacker, seeing that the attack had failed, turned around and ran, shouting for help loudly through his Bluetooth headset as he ran. But before he could run far, a strange melody rang in his ear, and then his perspective rotated uncontrollably. He was running forward, but he was seeing the scene behind him.

The next second, Zhou Ze saw the last attacker running and running, and then his head suddenly rotated 180 degrees, his face facing backwards. Then he fell to the ground and stopped moving.

"How are you?" Number Thirteen asked from Zhou Ze's back.

Number Two's condition was strange at the moment, causing Number Thirteen to feel an instinctive unease. The two people who attacked them were clearly from the Night Watchers; they were hiding among these ghostly things, waiting for an opportunity to act.

"Find Zero and Number Ten," Number Two said in a hoarse voice.

"Benefactor, aren't we leaving together?" Zhou Ze suddenly panicked a little. In this kind of place, carrying a person with limited mobility, he didn't feel as safe as staying with the cowboy hat man.

But this time, Number Two didn't give them a choice, grabbing Zhou Ze by the collar and throwing them away.

In mid-air, Zhou Ze was completely dumbfounded and had no idea what was happening, but Number Thirteen saw clearly that on the wall beside Number Two, two slender arms were hanging down from the ceiling, now grabbing Number Two's shadow's shoulders and dragging him upwards.

……

Number Two encountered a problem, and Jiang Cheng and Fatty's situation wasn't good either. They were blocked in a corner by a group of people, and these people's eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng's shadow.

Seeming to feel the malicious gazes of these people, Jiang Cheng's shadow was shivering, appearing very weak.

Seeing this scene, the shadows on the walls and the ground became even more excited, wriggling their bodies, eager to try.

Since he knew that these shadows posed no threat to him, Fatty was much calmer. He glanced at Wu, who was having a great time, couldn't help but sigh, and then leaned close to Jiang Cheng, whispering, "I say, Doctor, they say that proximity to vermilion makes you red, and proximity to ink makes you black. Look at you, I can't learn anything good from you."

Jiang Cheng also couldn't do anything about Wu, but he had to retort, "Then what do you say?" Jiang Cheng looked at Fatty, unconvinced, and said, "What have you learned from me after being with me for so long?"

"Sneak attacks, lies, shamelessness, lust, greed..." Fatty rattled off more than a dozen, until Jiang Cheng's face changed, then Fatty stopped, "But Doctor, don't be discouraged, you have many advantages too."

Just as the two were talking, a shadow finally couldn't bear it any longer and was about to attack Wu.

It was a particularly deformed shadow. The shadow's neck was very long, coiling in the air like a snake, which gave it a head start among the shadows.

The plesiosaur-like shadow seemed to be in a very good mood, its mouth wide open, so wide that it could swallow a whole human head without any problem. Jiang Cheng could even imagine the shadow's current psychological activities.

Just as the shadow rushed towards Wu, intending to eat his head in one bite, an accident happened.

Wu grabbed the shadow's long neck, and then Wu opened his mouth, a mouth so big that it could swallow a table vertically. With one bite, the plesiosaur's head and most of its neck were gone.

Fatty clearly saw the latter's legs twitch and then stop moving.

"Crack."

"Crack."

…

Accompanied by a burst of chewing sounds, all the nearby shadows quieted down.

After Wu's throat rolled and he swallowed the thing in his mouth, he turned his gaze back to the nearby shadows. This time, the shadows that had been crowding forward all took a step back.

A shadow with a large part of its head missing seemed to have its brain affected as well, and its movements were half a beat slower. Wu happened to catch it and threw it into his mouth like throwing a chick.

This time, the other shadows finally reacted and immediately began to run on all fours. Wu swayed his blood basin mouth and chased after them, eating one with each bite, crunchy and crisp.

For the first time, Fatty felt that these shadows were actually quite pitiful. Two shadows ran around in a daze, and one accidentally got blocked in a corner by Wu. They huddled in the corner, hugging each other tightly, looking small and helpless in the face of Wu, who tilted his head to look at them.