Ten years later.
Bai Yang's group of four finally arrived at Lower River Village.
"Ghost Story Game?"
Shen Hai looked at Bai Yang. "At a time like this, your Bai family still has time to run games like this?"
In fact, everyone had sensed something unusual from two things: the Ghost Story's name, and the fact that it was recruiting everyone as players.
Xi Wutong was the most obvious example. She should not have been able to hear that voice at all, yet when everyone else reacted just now, her expression had been off too. Clearly, Xi Wutong had also heard the voice.
Shen Hai's thinking was simple. He needed to establish whether Bai Yang knew about this Ghost Story, or, more bluntly, whether this Ghost Story had anything to do with the Bai family.
Bai Yang neither stayed silent nor played dumb. He said gravely, "We need to move faster. The Red Pupil God has awakened."
"The Red Pupil God?" Shen Hai's gaze flickered.
He had heard this secret from Qin Manjiang, and almost everyone present knew about the Red Pupil God.
But what was this about the Red Pupil God awakening?
"It does seem like a game issued by the Red Pupil God itself..." Shen Hai did not doubt that.
After all, the final task was to "hand over White Pupil." Shen Hai could think of no one other than the Red Pupil God who would make such a move, all but laying its intentions bare.
"It was already close to waking, but it shouldn't have happened this soon. Perhaps the collision between the Real World and the Eye Realm accelerated the process. Hurry, follow me."
The other three asked no further questions. At a time like this, taking action mattered more than getting to the bottom of