In the silence, only Walker's muffled screams could be heard.
He writhed frantically on the ground, desperately trying to activate his Source Substance and manifest a Dreamland to hide himself, but his Soul, on the brink of shattering, no longer possessed any power of Source Substance.
The burning youth smiled and advanced step by step.
Walker opened his mouth, his twisted face mustering all its strength to scream. He looked towards the high viewing platform, his expression stripped of its original confidence and ease, leaving only horror and pleading.
But no one responded.
In the silence, there were only the heavy footsteps of the youth, now transformed into an Evil Ghost, advancing steadily.
And the sudden melody of a cello.
The G string.
Huai Shi was startled. He turned his head in confusion towards the viewing platform above. From his clothes on the coat rack next to the muscular old man, a cellphone was ringing.
"Sorry, could someone help me get that?"
"..."
