Chapter 100: The Followers of Satan

Harrisville, an outlying and somewhat remote suburb.

Xu Yi stood under the withered tree, its bare branches hung low, stretching out like ghostly hands.

A faint mist enveloped the area around the withered tree, and now, even though it was already afternoon, the mist had not yet dissipated.

"What a unique welcome present!" Xu Yi slightly lifted his head.

Above him, a dried-up corpse swayed incessantly, its hideous face staring straight at Xu Yi, who could sense an extremely dense resentment shrouding the body.

The evil spirits he had faced before never possessed such intense spite; these kinds weren't necessarily powerful but were certainly tricky.

The withered corpse was an illusion conjured by the evil spirit, used at most for frightening people.

The Annabelle doll's eyes rolled upwards, staring intently at the ghostly apparition above.

Amethyst light began to converge in its pupils, a prelude to unleashing the Treasure Box, but Xu Yi interrupted it.