Swoosh—
Just as Tom was nervously searching, a flash of red swept past.
Seeing that red figure, Tom's eyes widened instantly.
Tom admitted he had been startled.
It wasn't that Tom was timid; he had fought his way through mountains of bodies and seas of blood. There was no way someone who survived all that could be a coward.
It was simply that Chinese horror was too overwhelmingly scary.
It made Tom, an average foreigner, feel an unsettling tightness in his chest.
Especially since Tom had watched quite a few Chinese horror films before.
Seeing this suddenly, it naturally triggered scenes in his head of red embroidered shoes, and Chu Renmei from *Village of the Damned Corpses*.
This environment, these visuals, this all-encompassing Chinese horror aesthetic.
Plus the vivid recollection of those horror movies—who could stand it without trembling?
If you were to ask Tom what he saw, he would tell you it was something that looked vaguely human.
