Chu He's expression did not change as he continued staring at his phone.
Ding ding!
At that moment, he received another new message. It was a multimedia message, titled Annual Meeting Invitation!
Chu He operated the phone with his thumb and opened the message.
A photograph refreshed onto the screen.
It seemed to show a narrow, gloomy alley. As the photograph continued loading, Chu He's pupils constricted as well!
He saw... his own corpse!
In the photograph, Chu He lay at the end of the alley, face up, his pale features exposed. Where his Grave Eye should have been was a gigantic bloody hole.
He was dead...
Chu He's expression remained unchanged as he stared fixedly at the photograph.
At that moment, startled cries rose one after another around them. "What's going on?"
"It's fake, right?"
"I'm dead?"
Yue Shan's face looked awful as he stared at his death photograph.
He had been impaled on an iron railing, several iron bars piercing his body. His left hand had already vanished.
Yue Qin stared at herself, transformed into a headless corpse, her face pale.
Everyone... had received a photograph of their own death. This was the Annual Meeting invitation!
"Could it be... a supernatural being with precognitive abilities this time?"
After a long while, Chu He lowered his phone and muttered to himself.
"The company is telling us that no one will survive this mission?!" Han Bingjie's face looked as though he was both crying and laughing.
The people on the thirteenth floor were holding up relatively well.
On the other floors, those who saw their death forewarnings had already come close to madness, their minds seized by overwhelming terror.
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
"Chu He, save me, save me... Don't you still have an