The students surrounding her said in unison, "There's no one by that name in our club."
At that moment, they were as perfectly synchronized as a choir.
"What?"
Again, they answered in one voice, "You remembered wrong. There's no such person. You remembered wrong. You're the one who remembered wrong."
She had no idea how she eventually left the camp and returned to school.
Everyone had forgotten that her boyfriend existed.
Even his parents.
Everyone said she had remembered wrong.
But that wasn't right, because she heard those students answering her in that same ancient, terrifying language.
Those mysterious, eerie statues were statues of evil gods.
Every year, they selected sacrifices, and they had countless followers who were indistinguishable from ordinary people.
Suddenly, she understood.
The sacrifice they spoke of wasn't her boyfriend. It was her.
They had latched onto her.
And what she had to do was... offer herself as a sacrifice.
And so, consumed by endless hatred and fear, she finally took her own life in the clubroom.
Though she died at school, her soul was trapped in Talus Camp forever.
Then she remembered, too.
She wasn't Sang Shiwen.
Sang Shiwen was a player she had killed.
Her true allegiance lay in-killing these players.
Still unaware of the truth, Xia Lan and the others frowned as they began the second round of hiding.
Before they hid this time, Zhang Yun added another rule. "Oh, right, there's something else I should remind you of. Once someone switches from the 'human' side to the 'ghost' side, they're no longer your teammate. If you go soft on them, death is your only way out."
With that, Zhang Yun smiled faintly.
Somehow, that smile didn't look fake, nor did it look like the delighted smile she wore when someone was