Revealed in His True Form

That year, that day, was a bustling rainy night.

On the busiest commercial street in Shanming City, countless people drifted through the illusory neon-lit city beneath their umbrellas.

Everything remained as it had always been in the life projection.

The girl holding milk tea put away the umbrella above her head. Drizzling raindrops soaked her loose hair, smudging her makeup slightly.

She weaved through the pedestrian walkway and brushed past Wei Hu, never noticing that the man had vanished into thin air.

Then, a gray thread descended from the sky, piercing her skull and emerging through her throat.

A splash of bewitching crimson appeared on her pale pink hoodie.

The dead did not cause panic.

Yet people continued to disappear.

More than half of the eighteen employees had already died.

After dying once each, Wei Hu and Wen Linghua began seeking out Chen Hansheng. The three of them gathered to consider a solution.

As this was a past scene, their discussion could not change anything.

At the same time, across the street, Chen Hansheng kept his gaze fixed firmly on the figure in midair.

The Shadow Puppet General in White Helmet and Armor stood beneath the rain, the red tassel on Zhao Zilong's spearhead soaked through, lending him an air of tragic heroism.

Holding the puppet in his hand, he silently calculated in his heart.

As the sole survivor of Ten-Day Escape, he naturally held an absolute advantage.

Once all eighteen employees had been killed, the next targets of that ghost would be the present Chen Hansheng and Fang Shenyan.

The true confrontation would begin at that moment.

After investigating from several angles, Chen Hansheng had come up with a possible solution—though it could barely be called one.

The Ten-Day Escape Ghost's method of killing was highly rigid.

It killed