"Cough, cough... Oh... It hurts!"
He Zhan groggily woke up, opened his eyes, and found himself in a completely unfamiliar room. The interior decor was diverse, with minimalist furniture in front and ancient-style decorations in the back, occasionally interspersed with old-fashioned items from the seventies and eighties.
Where is this place?
His last memory was of Wu Liang rushing to the battlefield to save him at the very moment.
"Awake? How are you feeling? Are you still alive?"
Just as he thought of Wu Liang, that familiar cheeky voice rang out from outside the door.
Soon, the yawning teenager pushed the door open and walked in, without a trace of victory's joy on his face.
Seeing him like this made He Zhan's heart skip a beat. He didn't even first check the extra blood eyes on his body but immediately flipped off the bed and asked, "The ghost... Did the ghost escape? Is it still possible to chase it now?"
