"I don't want to die..."
"Why is it me who has to die?"
"I want to live on..."
"I died so miserably..."
"I want revenge!"
"I want to kill them!"
...
Various voices, be it of mourning or resentment, assaulted the senses.
It's like he was back in his childhood, forgotten in the cellar of that haunted house, surrounded by vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts in this confined space.
He had nowhere to hide.
Luo Huai raised his hand and was shocked to find his hand had grown smaller; not just his hand, his whole being had become smaller.
The fear buried deep in his heart for years surged forth at that moment, taking him back to the past, experiencing that helpless fear once again.
The distressed faces of the ghosts flashed one by one before his eyes.
"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"
"And you still want to save people?"
"Just you?"
"Won't you be scared pissless?"
"Hahaha... you'd better run away! Run with your tail between your legs, no one will know..."
