I pulled the dream along again.
The ghost curled up on his bed, wrapped himself in his blanket, and hid beneath it.
He trembled nonstop, carefully lifting the edge of the blanket to peek outside.
The curtains were drawn, but beyond them were shadowy human silhouettes, twisted and distorted, nothing like ordinary people.
He hurriedly tucked the blanket back in and squeezed his eyes shut.
Creak... creak...
It sounded as if someone were scratching at the window with their fingernails.
The ghost covered his ears, afraid to look again.
I saw the ghostly figures lingering by the window until they vanished at daybreak.
He wasn't the only one who had seen a ghost, and he wasn't the only one who had been killed by one.
The three survivors gathered at the internet café.
The boy who had set the fire was still alive. His face was pale as he gritted his teeth and worked at the computer.
He posted online, looking for the Asura God, but people quickly flooded the thread with nonsense and derailed it, leaving him no useful information.
He kept entering the game and matching at random, hoping to run into the Asura God.
The ghost and another boy kept doing the same thing.
Their accounts were quickly banned, so they switched to new ones.
"I've used my parents' phones already. I even got my brother's account banned. I don't have any accounts left," the bespectacled boy said with a miserable expression.
"Then buy one online."
"I don't have any money."
"What happened to your allowance? What are you saving it for, a coffin?" The boy who had set the fire yelled.
The internet café attendant came over, looking stern. "What's going on with you guys? What have you done?"
The ghost shuddered, lowered his head, and