"At least four days?" Shang asked in shock.
Four days?
According to Shang's memory, he had killed the beasts just this night. Sure, he had that run-in with these three kids and then spent some time in his room, but not even a full day should have passed since then.
Was it the effect of his Darkness Mana?
No, he felt no Darkness Mana coming from the parts.
It was straight up just decomposition.
There was only one explanation that made sense.
'Have I been in my room for three entire days, maybe four?' Shang thought as he looked at the ground.
'But it hasn't been that long. I only thought about that image for maybe a couple of hours.'
The image returned at that moment.
The featureless face.
A viscous pool of blood where the features should be.
Shang immediately pushed it to the back of his mind.
'I am in control of my thoughts.'
"Hey, you!"
