Wu Hao was drenched in cold sweat; he was now one hundred percent certain.
What they said was exactly what he had been thinking.
He wanted to leave.
But his legs kept trembling, making it difficult for him to stand up properly.
After a moment.
He felt much better; he kept regulating his breathing, warning himself not to be afraid, to stay calm, he must not be afraid. This method of self-adjustment really worked.
Feeling slightly more comfortable, he hurriedly turned around.
Returning the same way he came.
As soon as he reached the room.
Wu Hao couldn't hold back anymore and knelt on the ground, vomiting loudly. Even though his stomach was empty, the urge to vomit overwhelmed his brain, making it unbearable.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
When experiencing extreme shock.
Any literary refinement vanished entirely; only raw expressions could release the inner panic.
"Xiao Hui must be dead."
