The remaining Fang Ye and Feng Li, who hadn't screamed, weren't faring any better. Even though they had experienced countless storms within the human collective and had seen all kinds of things, they had to admit that they had never seen anything like this.
Zhang Meng had been impaled by a sharp, strange object that shot right through him from his back to his throat. He couldn't seem to believe it himself, and there was a look of terror in his eyes.
He coughed up blood and said, difficultly: "Help... help me..."
"Bang..."
Just as he finished speaking, something yanked Zhang Meng into the ventilation duct, leaving behind a series of "bang-bang" sounds.
"Damn it... this doesn't happen in the game!"
Although Luo Rui was a man and had stopped screaming after the first yell, it didn't mean his fear would disappear.
"We need to leave now."
Suppressing his rapidly beating heart, Fang Ye grabbed the hands of the two girls, ready to lead the group away.
"Bang."
