After those two simple words appeared from Chen Ge's lips, it seemed like Pandora's Box had opened. The cold draft that seemed ever constant in the basement stopped, the speakers suddenly malfunctioned, and there was only one sound remaining in the world.
Drip drop, drip drop…
Blood dripped from a tall spot before landing on the ground, forming blood rosettes. A thick fog of blood materialized next to Chen Ge!
The small figure hiding inside the compartment earlier lunged at Chen Ge, screaming. Before he got near, he was smacked backward by an old backpack. He landed on his limbs. He held his woozy head in his hands. Due to the attack, he did not hear what Chen Ge had said earlier. He gritted his teeth and was about to lunge forward again, but when he lifted his head, he saw a second person appear next to Chen Ge!
