Seeing the full signal bars, the new recruits burst into cheers.
"I know a Night Watchman. I know his number." Someone among the recruits stepped forward and began reciting a phone number.
Su Yuan quickly placed the call.
She turned on the speakerphone, and everyone crowded around.
After a brief ringing tone, a lazy voice came from the other end.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Hello! I'm a new recruit from this year's Night Watchmen class! My name is Su Yuan, my ID number is xxxxxx, and I'm using this phone to send out a distress signal!" Su Yuan spoke calmly. "Please notify Night Watchmen Headquarters immediately. The Training Camp has been occupied by members of the Ancient God Church. They killed all the instructors and are now preparing to break the seal on the Town Ruin Stele to kill us! Please send reinforcements immediately!"
"Hm?" The voice on the other end rose slightly. "How many of them are there?"
Su Yuan froze. "As far as we know, around four..."
"Too few."
"What do you mean, too few?"
"You counted too few of us." The voice laughed. "There are... seven of us in total~"
All the recruits froze where they stood.
"You won't escape the palm of our hands..."
The lazy male voice on the other end suddenly changed into a crisp young woman's voice, brimming with chilling killing intent.
At the same time, the screens of every phone in the sack the recruits had brought out lit up simultaneously!
Dense black-and-white static drifted across every screen.
That female voice echoed from all the phones in a bizarre, mechanical tone, rising and falling like countless demons whispering into their ears.
"You won't escape the palm of our hands..."
"You won't escape the palm of our hands..."
"..."
Su Yuan's face turned