"Hide-and-Seek?"
After witnessing Wu Hui's possessed frenzy, those three words were the first to surface in Tong Guan's mind.
In Routine Missions, horror games like "humans hunting ghosts, ghosts hunting humans" were already commonplace.
But he quickly dismissed that idea.
Because the situation before him could not possibly be some low-level game of Hide-and-Seek. It was clearly far more intricate, so complex that its true nature could not be seen at a glance.
Before his eyes, it was not just Wu Hui. The other eleven employees within sight had also fallen into direct confrontation with "ghosts."
But most of them did not share Wu Hui's "luck." Within a single breath, six or seven had been injured, and two had died.
And the reason the situation seemed so bizarre and complicated
was that, through Tong Guan's sharp eyes, he could see only employees, not the ghosts they were fighting.
Take the middle-aged employee on the second-floor platform, for example. His eyes were bloodshot, blood streamed from his nose and mouth, and he was clearly at the end of his strength. His mental state was equally terrible.
He kept shifting a mirror held in his palm, moving it up, down, left, and right. Apparently, the Mirror Sin Item could offer some form of resistance.
He waved it around in all directions as though facing a great enemy, as if something constantly moving was lurking beside him and attacking him.
Before long, several gashes had opened across the middle-aged employee's body. His intact clothes had been torn apart, and crimson blood trickled down from their hems.
He grew increasingly frantic, yet he simply could not see the ghost. The mirror moved rapidly, but it had no effect whatsoever.
In the end, Tong Guan watched with his own eyes as the middle-aged employee died