This time, Zhao Cheng was much steadier. Fear was inevitable, but he did not lose his reason because of it. On the contrary, his mind became even more agile.
He had not expected himself to possess such potential.
After all, most people without special training would probably have their minds go blank when faced with danger like this.
Still, Zhao Cheng did not dwell on the matter. Perhaps he was the one-in-ten-thousand holder of the Crest of Courage.
With courage like his, give him a Digimon egg and he could slaughter the final boss outright.
So what exactly was happening to him now?!
Nightmares were normal, but having the same dream two days in a row was very strange...
Moreover, perhaps because this time he did nothing after waking up but lie still, his senses were sharper. It seemed that as time passed, the chill in the air grew increasingly dense. So did that rotten smell.
Without a doubt, his bedroom door was probably open, just like last time.
And this time, he had learned his lesson. He restrained himself and did not look toward the door.
Yet the more he thought that way, the stronger the fear in his heart grew. Was that thing wearing Zhao Xiaoxiang's skin-suit—whatever it was—still there this time?!
Last time, had he triggered some taboo by seeing it and been killed as a result, or had there been another reason?!
For instance, his phone.
Yesterday, he had looked at his phone first, and only then had the monster appeared...
His thoughts raced, while the sounds of insects crawling and gnawing inside the walls grew louder and louder.
Zhao Cheng pretended he heard nothing.
After some thought, he felt that lying still was perhaps the safest option for now. Indeed, his experience last time seemed