It was deep into the night and the courageous Zhang Mei Xing was still outside, sitting on a roadside bench under a lamppost. The place was near the basketball court. No moon could be seen above, even though stars decorated the sky densely.
More than a month already passed since the incident at the police station.
Zhang Mei Xing pursed her lips as she looked at the countdown timer at the topmost right corner of the panel. 501 days left. Roughly one year and five months.
"So the number of days I have to stay in the Test World is the same as the number of days spent watching the memories?"
Zhang Mei Xing cupped her face. She had come out with her real body, and her current spot was pretty famous for being a haunted spot in the university. Yet she acted like ghosts were nothing extraordinary. Perhaps it was because she knew her body now faintly carried the air of the Temple which could scare away low-level ghostly beings.
