The appearance of a strange figure turned Ji Shanqing's blood to ice. A chill went up Ji Shanqing's spine and through every nerve ending in his body before shooting up into his brain. His throat felt raw, and as he opened his mouth to scream for help, another shadow appeared behind the person in front of him. Then, through the dark, he saw something rising through the air. The next thing he knew the object made contact with the back of the neck of the speaker.
"Argh——"
A hysterical, pained scream resounded through the hallway. When the figure in front of him fell to the ground, Ji Shanqing saw his chance.
Just as he was turning around to run away, a voice called to him, "Come over here."
"Sis?" The grand prize paused, turning his head and asked with a trembling voice.
