The voice sounded just like his father, Zhou Renhe; Zhou Yi Wu's knees buckled in fear, almost causing him to collapse to the ground. The old man slowly turned half of his blood-stained face, and fresh blood continued to drip down from his forehead, cascading onto his body, onto the floor...
Zhou Yi Wu said shakily, "Impossible... You're lying to me... You're lying..." He kept reminding himself that everything he saw was an illusion. Yet at this moment, his mind was a chaotic mess, and the fear within his heart surged forth like a fountain, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he couldn't control it.
The dim light inside the room disappeared again. Zhou Yi Wu was plunged into darkness, unable to move, yet again. He had no idea what was happening to him. The dread within was indescribable.
Fear stemmed from the unknown. Although Zhou Yi Wu kept telling himself that everything before his eyes was an illusion, he still couldn't control the wild growth of terror within.
