"Bro, wake up!" Fan Chong shook Fan Dade's shoulders. After a while, Fan Dade finally woke up.
"Where are we?" His eyes focused. The large, well-built Fan Dade was lying on his side on the ground, and he looked so weak. Seeing his brother in this state, Fan Chong's lips moved, and he had no heart to answer his brother's question.
"Have we been moved out of the Haunted House by the workers?"
Fan Chong did not say anything for a long time, and he looked like he was possessed. Fan Dade realized that something was wrong, and he struggled upward to look around. The steel door, freezer, and the sound of wheels that crawled into his ears. The déjà vu feeling stunned Fan Dade. "This scenario… Haven't we been through this already?"
