Before, Fan Li had felt only respect and gratitude toward Gao Ming. But during this extremely dangerous anomaly event, he slowly realized that he had come to see Gao Ming as hope itself, as though meeting him meant every problem could be solved and every danger safely overcome.
Gao Ming believed only in himself, yet without realizing it, he had influenced many of those around him. If his faith had a color, it would probably be different from the Future God's black and Gao Yun's blood red. It would most likely be a riot of colors, just like this world that seemed both real and false.
With the scrap of school uniform in hand, Fan Li's steps grew lighter. Even though every door around him bore a date of death, he still felt he was walking a path to survival.
More and more corpses littered the floor, and countless curses were branded into the walls. Even He Jing, who had been trained by the General Investigation Bureau, had never seen anything on this scale. He began to consider retreating. Although these Ghost Story Players were still relatively weak, compared with the General Bureau's Security personnel, they truly had no fear of death and never considered the consequences of their actions.
If I make it out of this anomaly event alive, I'd better hedge my bets. I'll keep my position in Security and get on good terms with Gao Ming and the others, ready to switch sides at any moment.
No one paid any attention to He Jing's little schemes. They walked a long way down the corridor paved with corpses before finally hearing the sounds of fighting.
Fan Li ran over excitedly. When he saw that familiar school uniform, he almost blurted out Gao Ming's name, but the person turned