There was a man and a woman sitting in the pavilion.
The man was that cool guy in sunglasses dressed head-to-toe in name-brand fashion.
The woman looked like the one who worked in the cafeteria.
They were chatting in the pavilion, looking very close.
Li Teng tried to hear what they were saying, but he still couldn't make it out.
When he got close enough, the two of them turned their heads and looked at him simultaneously.
Once again, thunder crashed overhead.
The man and woman suddenly transformed, their faces twisting into something hideous and grotesque—like a pair of evil ghosts.
They shrieked and lunged for Li Teng. Li Teng, wielding a rusty kitchen knife and a frying pan, prepared to have a fierce fight with them.
But with a sudden clap of thunder, the pair dissolved into two clouds of gray mist and drifted away in all directions.
Both the ground and sky grew even more ruined and bleak, as if about to collapse entirely.
