At this moment, the three people inside the dean's office were all watching the narrow doorway, fully aware of the dire situation they were in and that their lives could be at stake if they didn't handle it properly.
Bang, bang, bang!
The gunshots erupted like thunder, tearing through the silent night.
The shooter was Luo Jing, who also had a handgun.
The bullets passed through the narrow figure, seemingly hitting nothing.
While the three people's attention was fixed on the doorway, Sun Mingzhi, with his chest blown open, slowly sat up. His rigid and ice-cold corpse grew even more eerie and terrifying under the moonlight.
"You don't want to die, do you?" Luo Jing asked, turning around just in time to see Sun Mingzhi rising from the ground. So, he aimed his gun at Sun Mingzhi.
Qian Cangyi and Little Drilling Wind simultaneously raised their own guns.
"Look at Sun Mingzhi, he's getting up from the ground," Luo Jing said with a pleasant baritone.
