"Headmaster!"
The Big Ghost of the academy and all the students saw Yan Xizhi, the old man standing at the edge of the Shadow World, on the school ruins ravaged by the torrential rain.
The students infected with Fear Syndrome seemed to be touched by something, involuntarily looking towards the direction where Yan Xizhi was.
The campus had turned into ruins, all the buildings collapsed, the children were affected by the disease, frightened, crying, and wanting to flee from this place, to escape the place that once brought warmth to most orphans and disabled children in Hande.
When had it all started to turn out like this? Who had harmed my children?
The rain washed away the mire, and the old man struggled to stand upright, no hardship could bring her down, her gaze shone like the stars, glittering in the murky rain night.
