Gao Yun's voice seemed to contain a special power. Every sentence pierced Gao Ming's heart like a sharp knife. →
"I promised to go back and take your place?"
Memories of death collided inside the Execution House. Gao Ming died over and over, then returned to that bus. This, too, seemed connected to a promise he could never fulfill.
His head throbbed. Gao Ming could barely stay on his feet as the vortex of fate tugged at him relentlessly.
"On that night ten years ago, the two worlds overlapped deep inside the tunnel. You needed to find a living person whose fate intersected with everyone else's, someone who could stand in the world of the living and guide you out of the world of the dead." Gao Yun's eyes were no longer bright. A thick layer of dust coated his eyelids, and his pupils were clouded. "I thought of all of you as my friends, but I never imagined you'd already become monsters in the world of death. I believed what you said and personally released an entire busload of evil ghosts back into the human world to contaminate reality."
Every sentence Gao Yun spoke contained a wealth of information, and Gao Ming's mind raced. The world of death Gao Yun mentioned was probably the shadow world discovered by the Investigation Bureau. That world shrouded in shadows eroded reality in all sorts of ways. Every student in Class Thirteen seemed to be a seed the shadow world had scattered into reality.
"Gao Yun, I've forgotten a lot of things. If I promised to take your place, then once I finish what I need to do, I'll definitely come find you!" Gao Ming was now certain Gao Yun was Class Thirteen's fifty-first student, yet even now, he had no memory of