"Devour Hunt? You are..." Ning Ye's eyes widened. The surrounding scene had already made it impossible for him to gauge Zhang Chen's current identity.
Zhang Chen gripped Ning Ye's head with one hand and held him suspended in the air. However, he had no intention of killing him immediately. Instead, he began formulating a plan that had surfaced in his mind.
The leadership of Tianfu City's jailers had also arrived after being notified when Zhang Chen left the school. The moment Zhang Chen came into contact with Lu Yi, this jailer, he had sensed something unusual.
Ning Ye's appearance meant Zhang Chen's plan could continue. At the same time, he needed to use every jailer here to set up a stage play with Fifth Middle School as its main setting.
"Ning Ye, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. If you do as I say, I guarantee in my capacity that I can spare your life for the time being. Otherwise, I'll kill you right here. I believe that over these past few years, you've come to deeply understand the taste of death. Now, make your own choice."
"What do you want me to do?" Under Zhang Chen's immense pressure, Ning Ye, who harbored great ambitions, had no choice but to submit.
"Help me restore Fifth Middle School to how it used to look. There can't be the slightest mistake anywhere. Can you do that?"
"I can arrange the gray space, but with my current strength, I can't recreate the ghosts that once existed inside the school." Ning Ye looked at Zhang Chen in confusion, unable to figure out what he was planning.
"You don't need to worry about the ghosts. I'll even give you a Myriad-footed White Pangolin to command. All you need to do is perfect the