After going around in circles, Chen Ge had finally found the true master of Ghost School. Although he had only seen one of the other person's hands, it was still a huge step forward for him.
"Just now, I heard someone ask me right beside my ear, 'Will you be my friend?'"
"I heard it clearly. It didn't come from the phone; it came from right beside my ear."
"Maybe he wasn't asking Lin Sisi that. Maybe he was asking me."
Chen Ge looked back. The black-red Blood Threads in the Toilet Stall had begun peeling away in great swaths at some point, like autumn leaves, their vitality completely spent.
"You said yes?"
Wang Yicheng, who had kept his eyes tightly shut while clinging to Chen Ge's back, suddenly spoke. He buried his face against Chen Ge's shoulder, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.
"More or less. He looked pretty pitiful." Wang Yicheng had his arms clamped tightly around Chen Ge's neck. Their bodies were pressed together, and Chen Ge could feel Wang Yicheng's temperature steadily dropping.
"All his friends are dead. Every last one of them!" A dripping sound came from behind Chen Ge. He felt his shoulder grow damp and turned to look. His left shoulder was already soaked with blood.
The vivid red looked painfully bright.
"You..." Chen Ge flung Wang Yicheng off his back. The boy's hands flailed helplessly, clawing at the air as bloody tears seeped from his tightly shut eyes. "Did you remember something?"
Returning to a familiar place had stirred Wang Yicheng's memories. He still hadn't opened his eyes, but just hearing what Chen Ge said had made him realize what was happening.
"There's no escaping. You agreed to be that person's friend. He'll come looking for you. No matter where