The Real World (3)

The mourning hall was terrifyingly cold.

To keep Fang Zheng and Ye Minghao's bodies from decomposing, they had brought in a huge amount of ice and set the air conditioning to its lowest temperature.

The two elders of the Ye Family had been kneeling for days, and their health had grown increasingly frail. Every so often, they would faint and need to be revived. The Fang couple's knees were nearly broken from kneeling, but with someone watching them, they could only keep asking to use the bathroom so they could sneak in a little rest.

Otherwise, their knees would have been ruined.

Fang's mother used needing the bathroom as an excuse to step outside for some air. She happened to see Nie Yun and Shen Aimei pushing a meal cart upstairs. "Ye Zhao's awake?"

She hated this. Why hadn't Ye Zhao died in the game? Why had they let such a menace live?

She could only hope that her Mingyue was hiding somewhere safe, avoiding capture, and that she would become far stronger than Ye Zhao, then return in glory to avenge her!

"Keep moving. You don't get to look at things that aren't your business." The female soldier behind her urged her on. One look at her darting eyes told the soldier she was cooking up another scheme.

Fang's mother hurriedly looked away. She didn't dare argue and dragged her feet as she left.

After finishing her meal, Ye Zhao sprawled on the sofa. Nie Yun and Shen Aimei cleared the table and left.

Now that she was feeling full of energy, she went online to catch up with the latest trends.

The game had ended a day and a night ago, and people had discussed just about everything. The death toll had surged in the final few hours