The two investigators vanished before their eyes, and Ji Zhe witnessed firsthand the ghost behind them strike. His fear was further intensified and deepened. If the condition of Fear Syndrome could be divided into different levels, Ji Zhe would now be in a state beyond cure.
His classmates eagerly gathered around Ji Zhe, beating around the bush, trying to understand the process of being "chosen".
The scene Ji Zhe had dreamed of before attending the class reunion had become reality: he had become the center of attention. His satisfied vanity clashed with the terror emanating from the depths of his soul, creating a precarious balance.
"Gao Ming, how much do you think Ji Zhe is telling the truth, and how much is he lying?" Wang Jie pocketed his small knife and pulled Gao Ming up from the ground. He had formed a habit of asking Gao Ming whenever he was unsure about something.
