Weak, frightened, cowardly, and the pitiable, the man who hid inside the wind chime was like a small animal who had been tortured by his owner. Wang Dan could not explain the emotions that surged through him. When he saw the face in the wind chime, his first reaction was not fear but pity for the man.
"Things shouldn't be that simple." Wang Dan held the wind chime in his hands, and after a moment's contemplation, his eyes slowly widened. "Is it trying to take advantage of our sense of pity? Damn, I almost fell for it!"
He reached his finger into the wind chime and poked the man's face. His fingertip phased through the face. "I knew it, this is just a projection."
"Save me! Do not abandon me! Please bring me with you! I beg you! I beg you!" The man's pleas entered Wang Dan's ears. Wang Dan shook the wind chime and studied it closely. "I cannot tell at all where the voice came from. This wind chime is surprisingly high tech."
