Laughter erupted near Han Fei's ear, plucking at the strings of his soul. In the blank expanse of his mind, a vortex of memories appeared, and deep in the ocean that preserved his past, it seemed something very important was missing.
"This Paradise employee seems to be controlled by some force, and that laughter acts like a toxin controlling the nervous system, eroding his own consciousness and turning him into what he is now."
From the moment the staff appeared to their collision with the boy's corpse, it was only a matter of seconds. Neither side held back, both in the most hysterical state.
Blood mist and the black mist of Resentment collided, scattering the oppressive atmosphere inside the bus. The windows were full of cracks, and the bus itself became even more dilapidated.
Merely from one collision, the Paradise employee's entire skin seemed like cracked porcelain, with numerous black cracks emerging, and his body bent backward nearly ninety degrees.
