The support he had relied on all along was actually the culprit. Ma Feng's trembling hands could barely hold on to the death certificate.
It was only a thin sheet of paper, yet it weighed like a mountain in his hands, crushing his spirit completely.
He had clearly been trying to escape death, yet he had clung to the Grim Reaper's arm and run all the way here.
He had clearly been trying to avoid ghosts, yet he had followed a Vengeful Spirit closely, never leaving its side.
The shocking reversal made it hard for Ma Feng even to breathe. He stared at Xiao Sun, who was crouched by the doorway, looking outside, and felt his emotional support crumble to dust.
It was as if the blood in his body had frozen. Ma Feng's world collapsed.
The world spun around him, and he fell heavily to the ground. In his ears, he could still faintly hear the repeated cries: "Brother Ma, Brother Ma..."
"Brother Ma! Brother Ma!" Xiao Sun shook Ma Feng desperately, but Ma Feng didn't respond at all. Perhaps Brother Ma no longer had any attachment to this world.
"We're safe now! Eldest Brother! After all that hardship, we finally made it to a safe room. Why did you have to faint now?"
Xiao Sun gave a bitter smile. He was certain there were no Haunted House actors in this room, because it was the room he had lived in while alive.
"What should I do? This doesn't seem like an ordinary faint. Should I take him to the Underground Morgue and ask the doctors to check him out? But I don't know the doctors, and that old gentleman looks scary." With a life at stake, Xiao Sun didn't dare hesitate any longer. He helped Ma Feng up