Omen

The four words "you might die" were spoken by the person before him in such a gentle tone that the young man briefly thought something was wrong with his ears. He sat frozen in his seat, staring blankly at Chen Ge, seemingly unable to process what he had just heard.

"Tell me everything you know. The more detailed you are, the higher the probability I can help you save your classmate. Also, remember one thing: no matter where your home is, do not head east after getting off this bus. Understand?"

What kind of person was Chen Ge? To say he crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood might be an exaggeration, but looking back at his experiences over this period, the number of psychopathic killers who had fallen at his hands alone could not be counted on one hand.

He walked through major haunted houses late every night, dancing with ghosts, and unknowingly, he had become tainted with the aura of Vengeful Spirit.

At this moment, Chen Ge sat next to the high school student. He hadn't done anything, yet merely by changing his tone, the student felt something was wrong. A survival instinct from deep within his genes told him he had to get away from this person.

Chen Ge's body temperature was lower than a normal person's. Normally that wouldn't be an issue, but the young man sitting beside him felt a chill the more he thought about it. Bracing his hands on the seat, he secretly scooted away.

"Bei Wen was the last one to go missing. Perhaps because he was terrified, he didn't seem like his usual self."

"Stop with the useless talk. I need clues about them. Did they leave anything behind? Like a diary or text messages?" Chen