How exactly had Lu Chen died?
It was not until nearly a full day and night later that Xue Tinghai finally gave the true answer.
As the administrator of the men's dormitory, he had been forced to kill the person in charge and open up a white mist path, only to be delayed for an entire hour by a crisis caused by Shan Xin.
That was a mission. One inconspicuous little problem was enough to silently wipe out the entire team.
Originally, the men's and women's dormitories had been the two easiest routes. They should have begun opening the paths the moment they entered at eight that night, all the way to the main entrance.
But because of Shan Xin's miracle and Chang Lai's recklessness, not only had the operation been delayed by an hour, they had also lost another employee.
The left side of Xue Tinghai's face was furious, while the right was savage. When he raised his head to look at the sky, the white mist obscuring his vision was already far less dense than before.
Chang Lai's photograph had allowed part of the NPC ghost's power to invade and kill. Even though Chang Lai had sacrificed his life, it had still greatly affected the Special Path.
This path was now exposed within Haunted Academy and was visibly growing thinner by the second. Even Li Cheng, the guide, had begun to fade.
"Qiu Taoyu? Qiu Taoyu, where are you?"
Xue Tinghai had no choice. He could only seek help from Qiu Taoyu, who was also on the "white mist path," hoping the two barriers could merge and coexist.
"Door... tree... three..."
A fragmented voice came through the communicator, sounding extremely strange.
It was muffled and indistinct, as if something had covered the speaker's mouth, leaving only whimpers.
Xue