"The two players who ambushed me last night and got killed by me don't need to be resurrected. They're too weak—up against the Guardian, they're basically free loot. But where did the others go? I only saw three white guys and two black guys… that's weird…"
The abnormal survival situation made Wang Zhifan feel something was off. After searching for a while without results, he decided to use his Underworld Envoy abilities to talk with the ghosts he ran into and have them provide some clues.
"Hungry… so hungry…"
"Blood… fresh blood…"
"Humans… over there… kill them all…"
...
Ghosts were different from ordinary human souls. Most of them only retained the instinct to kill and had very little intelligence; only powerful or special individuals had any real ability to communicate.
After some effort, Wang Zhifan finally got some useful intel and learned that people had indeed died last night, including a few players he had seen before.
