"Hehehe!!"
With a strange scream, the last head of the Seven People was twisted off. The body trembled a few times, then collapsed to the ground and turned into dust, once again proclaiming the Yangtze River pushes forward the waves of new life, only to have the old waves die on the beach. Ancient legends ultimately can't compete with modern female ghosts; there's always a mountain taller than the last.
Even Little Qian couldn't defeat Sadako.
"Whew......"
Only then did Duanmu Huai stand up, moving his neck and limbs a bit, and saw the others standing not far away, watching him uneasily.
"Xiao Ai, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Facing Chitanda's inquiry, Duanmu Huai waved his hand.
"I've almost figured out the rules of this place."
"Eh?"
Hearing Duanmu Huai's response, everyone was taken aback. Duanmu Huai did not hold back, quickly explaining to everyone what he had just discovered.
