Huang Ying sensed the burst of killing intent from Han Fei's body in that instant. He was somewhat afraid of Han Fei, but more than that, he was afraid of being alone in this place.
"Don't, please take me with you!" Huang Ying called out, but Han Fei had already rushed downstairs, shocking him again with his speed, "Wait for me!"
Following Han Fei, Huang Ying stumbled down the stairs. He hadn't even left the stairwell when he was dumbfounded once again.
In the open space in front of the teaching building, the body of a child with four heads kept swelling, thick black blood silks emerging on the surface of his skin. The entire academy could hear his vicious curses.
Walking forward, Huang Ying's steps ceased unconsciously, and he shrank into a corner, his body trembling uncontrollably.
The blood stench was dense in the night-enshrouded academy. It seemed as though filthy things were hidden everywhere, and there was no safe place around.