The phone slid through his fingers and landed on the floor. A voice could still be heard on the other end.
"Youliang's phone is not reachable. What happened to you guys in there?
"Xiao Zhu? Can you hear me?
"Zhu Jianing? Are you alright? Talk to me?"
Of course, Zhu Jianing could hear him, but at that moment, he had lost the power of speech. His pupils rolled back, and Zhu Jianing slithered to the floor like wet laundry.
"Didn't I warn you not to take pictures and videos inside the Haunted House? Why didn't you listen?" Chen Ge removed his mask and placed it inside his pocket. He glanced at Zhu Jianing, who was convulsing on the floor, and he had a renewed appreciation for the disclaimer agreement.
