Piercing infant cries incessantly filled the air, as rolling black resentful energy enveloped the entire factory.
Refine little ghosts.
With a single teleportation, Su Li was already inside the deepest workshop of the factory.
This abandoned factory was covered in rust, the workshop was empty, the equipment that once filled it had long been removed.
Right now, the floor covered in a thick layer of dust had several Arrays drawn with Black Dog Blood.
And there were various flags that looked ominous inserted among them.
In addition to that, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in the center of the Array, in front of him was a set of fresh bones.
The tiny and delicate body exclusive to an infant.
On the small body were shades of green and purple, showing clear signs of having endured painful torture before arriving in front of him.
A white ghostly figure floated above the skeleton, its body tightly wrapped in the threads emanating from the Array.