"Ouch... my head hurts so much!"
In a haze, Feng Xue gradually woke up from his sleep, pinching his temples as he felt like he had forgotten something.
Soon, however, his gaze sharpened as he saw the ghost hand dangling its head in dejection on the coffee table.
"Sh*t!"
Feng Xue's eyes focused on the back of the ghost hand, and the brief text instantly sent a shiver through him.
It had to be said, the ghost hand thing was reliable. Although he still forgot the memories from the dream after leaving the Dream World, the hint message he had left on the ghost hand had remained perfectly intact.
The power of the Translation Devil's-snare began to take effect, the simple code he had compiled through his linguistic knowledge temporarily being translated into a sentence, which was actually a bug.
