All the people present looked at those jars in terror; they were not nobodies. They had just encountered each other and were already bewildered.
"What… what is this?"
Yun Ran looked at the person who had almost been bewitched earlier. His voice was clearly trembling, and his face bore an expression of embarrassed despair.
Gu Yuan cautiously stared at the nine jars, his instincts telling him that they should leave this place immediately.
But as members of the Special Administration Bureau, they absolutely could not do so.
If they left, there would definitely not be a single survivor left in this vicinity.
He turned to Yun Ran: "What do you think?"
Yun Ran: ...
What can I see, naturally with the eyes.
But in such a serious situation, inappropriate comments mustn't be made, otherwise, one could easily get hit.
