1873 Demonic (1)

"You've seen it…" Fu Qiu tried to speak with difficulty, making weird sounds.

Fu Qiu was completely different from its usual self at night. It now exuded a dangerous aura from head to toe.

Thump, thump. Ye Qingtang's heart palpitated rapidly, darting back quickly to escape from them.

She had no idea what had happened to these fat catfishes, but from what she saw, they seemed to be affected during the day.

They loved gambling at night, when they had awareness, they weren't dangerous at all. But in the day, they seemed to have lost all reasoning and acted like baleful ghosts out for revenge.

Ye Qingtang could finally understand why the fat catfishes were that afraid of the day. They themselves had no idea how they would become during the day.

Fu Qiu's red eyes were fixated on Ye Qingtang, suddenly stretching its fat tongue out in Ye Qingtang's direction.