The screens flickering all around them were like a pair of eyes that refused to close, sizing up the living nearby with malicious intent.
The horrifying sight left Zhou Ze's legs trembling. Only then did he realize he'd been too impulsive. There were so many people here, and every one of them was stronger than him. It wasn't his place to make decisions.
But he really hadn't meant any harm. He just didn't want anyone else to be killed by a ghost phone and then... then turn into one of those things, a shadow that killed without blinking.
But it was too late to say anything now. He instinctively clapped his hands over his ears, but the overlapping rings clearly had no intention of letting him go. Instead, they grew more frantic, as if they were calling for his death.
Even more eerie, he thought he could hear a woman sobbing, coming from all directions. Her cries were mixed in with the jumble of ringing, too faint to make out, but getting closer and closer...
Until someone answered a phone, taking it from the hand of a stiff-bodied, provocatively dressed woman.
Under the Fatty's tense gaze, Wu pried apart the woman's clenched fingers one by one, took out the phone, pressed the answer button, and held it to his ear. "Don't rush. I'm coming to find you."
In an instant, every phone fell silent.
Zhou Ze was drenched in cold sweat, his clothes soaked through. He looked as though he'd just been fished out of the water.
From where he stood, he could see half of Wu's profile. Zhou Ze couldn't tell whether he'd have a chance of leaving here alive today, but he knew that if he did, the terrifying smile spread across that half of Wu's face would