"Mr. Gao, what are you doing?!" Wei Tian pointed the iron rod at Gao Ming. "Let go of my student!"
"I mean you no harm. What I'm doing now is also meant to help you, unless you want to stay here forever." Gao Ming considered the various possibilities. He felt that getting out would most likely require the help of these outsiders.
The tunnel shrouded in black fog, the bus full of students, the endlessly repeating tragedy—Gao Ming believed the outsiders' arrival was no coincidence. It might involve another conspiracy, just like Class Thirteen all those years ago.
"No matter what happens next, we have the right to know the truth. How long can you keep it hidden by stopping us with brute force?" Chen Jing took Shentu Que's hand. His expression was resolute, as though he had mentally prepared himself to accept anything.
Seeing that they all felt the same way, Gao Ming stopped insisting. "All right. I have no right to interfere with anyone else's fate."
Shentu Que coughed a few times. She did not blame Gao Ming, merely pointing at her chest. "After I answered the phone just now, something seemed to activate in my mind and heart. I can see some information about myself. The five attributes are exactly what Mr. Gao just mentioned—fierce heart, strong body, shadow soul, obsession, and brainpower."
When she finished, everyone wore a strange expression, Gao Ming included.
Chen Jing and Li Wen were now even more certain that Gao Ming was an NPC in a game, someone who gave them quests and advanced the plot.
Gao Ming, meanwhile, thought of Xia Yang. Xia Yang had proposed these five attributes for selecting Ghost Story Players. In one possible future, he had become the leader of the Ghost Story Players and perfected