Zheng Qing closed his eyes in fear.
A bone-chilling cold rushed at him, making him clamp his eyelids shut even tighter.
A long time passed.
When he opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but feel disoriented.
The moisture-laden lakeside of Bell Lake was no longer in front of him.
Misty green smoke swirled around him, and warm orange light filled the room.
He didn't know when he had returned to the principal's office of Jiuyou Academy.
He wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead. The horrifying figure in his mind vanished. Only the slender pale hand, the dead kitten Xiao Bai, and an indescribable palpitation were left.
"I saw it!" He shouted, leaping up from the leather chair, but the words were choked back before he could blurt them out.
Professor Yao sat behind the desk, arms crossed, and biting a pipe. His head was once again enveloped in billowing green smoke.
