Li Yao was still thinking about what had happened during the day.
Although he was far away from the web novelist at that time and didn't see the scene clearly, he didn't know whether or not he was hallucinating, but he seemed to have heard the sound of a chandelier breaking, falling, and the web novelist's bones breaking.
Later, when the crowd was rioting and everybody was running away, he vaguely saw that the blood on the booth was like a zigzagging snake that was trying to send him a message.
Later, he received news that the web novelist had passed away due to serious injuries.
Modern society had developed a lot of information. Most of the young people had seen a lot of bloody and brutal videos. Their psychological endurance was not that bad.
But Li Yao's heart was still beating fast. The whole thing was echoing in his head.
Was it… fear?
No. Other than fear, there was confusion. Something inexplicable was flowing inside his brain.
