It was late at night, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. Sitting by the window and gazing into the darkness outside, the Fatty couldn't stop thinking about what Li Shanru had told him. She was now alone in that room, waiting to die. The thought was simply cruel.
She wasn't beyond saving—not in the final moments of her life, at least.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng sighed softly. "People speak kindly when death is near. Don't dwell on it too much. She brought this fate upon herself... Anyway, it has nothing to do with either of us."
Jiang Cheng had planned to say that she had brought this fate upon herself, but in the end, he stopped short.
As every second passed, everyone grew more tense. Tonight was the final day of the mission's time limit. The phone left beside Li Shanru had to have an alarm set for 11:20.
The alarm would draw the Ghost Steed, and Li Shanru would be the last person taken away.
Good and evil would be repaid in kind. Everyone would make it out safely, and all would end well.
When the time reached 11:11, a strange sound came from the bedroom, as if something were crawling across the floor. At the same time, the lights overhead slowly went out, plunging the entire building into darkness once again.
An inexplicable fear crept over them. Even though they had prepared themselves, now that the moment had arrived, they couldn't help feeling tense.
"Clop."
"Clop."
The familiar sound of hooves rang out in the courtyard. Each heavy step seemed to land directly on their hearts, and a freezing chill seeped in through the window cracks. For some reason, an indescribable unease rose in the Fatty's chest, as if something was about to happen.
The Fatty instinctively