The game begins, with 8 hours remaining in the countdown.
The glaring red text made Feng Yuhuai's eyes hurt, and her stiff face that's been barely maintained almost cracked into two.
The shadow of the last game still loomed over her, taking effect, as nightmarish memories began attacking the divided cortex of her brain.
Perhaps it's true, once a novice, twice a master.
Feng Yuhuai didn't hesitate as long this time and gritted her teeth to directly click on the link below.
What appeared before her was a half-body photo of a middle-aged man, whose features vaguely resembled the deceased Cang Qingsen, making Feng Yuhuai's heart skip a beat.
Feng Yuhuai's pupils constricted into needlepoints upon seeing the name behind the picture—Chang Wei.
Below, there was a thoughtful note: Uncle of Cang Qingsen is seeking the killer of his nephew. He's about to target you. For safety, I suggest you strike first.
"Heh~"
