"You should be going back."
The voice seemed far away and he couldn't make out if it was a male or a female voice. The person who spoke was persistent and he or she kept repeating the same sentence which hit hard on Jiang Xuecheng's heart.
Jiang Xuecheng's brows were tightly knitted. He hated being controlled by someone.
His lips were trembling and he clenched his fists. With all his might, he shouted, "No!"
Instantly, the darkness disappeared and the evil bloody moon vanished.
It was then replaced by white fog. Jiang Xuecheng carefully walked forward and found that he had become short and small. He was being pushed and shoved around by what seemed to be gigantic doctors wearing white robes.
The surrounding air was cold and smelled of disinfectant.
