"Time's up."
Qin Manjiang's voice was cold enough to chill people to the core.
"Wait!" Jiang Du tried to stop him again.
Deathly pale arms still emerged above Zuo Xian and Lin Ci's heads, dragging them in without a word.
Jiang Du sighed inwardly in silence. Qin Manjiang was becoming less and less rational. Now he was almost letting instinct drive his final "wish": erasing all Players.
After the white light, there was silence.
Qin Manjiang stood quietly where he was, seemingly dazed for a moment.
Then he turned to Jiang Du. "The next place."
"There are only two places left."
Jiang Du answered.
"The... Players you created with your own hands."
The next day.
Snow Mountain, northwest of Fu City.
Almost all the surviving Players from Fu City and Moon City had gathered here.
Bai Yang had sent out the notice and warning. Although the Bai family's resources were no longer as readily at his command as before amid the collapse of order, passing along some messages was still no problem.
Besides, as Players, they already understood something of the situation to varying degrees. It was easy to tell which was more credible: the shattered face in the sky or Bai Yang's words.
Behind Bai Yang stood Nie Yunzhen, who had already regained consciousness, along with Zhong Xueran, Shen Hai, and the others.
"Will Qin Manjiang come back?" Bai Yang seemed to be asking everyone, and also himself.
"I don't know." Shen Hai looked toward the Snow Mountain Summit, looking somewhat irritated. "Why did we have to come here?"
"The ghost in this Snow Mountain is different from the Vengeful Ghosts in ordinary Ghost Stories. It can withstand the Red Pupil God's probing and assaults," Zhong Xueran explained.
"Who said that?" Shen Hai had been kept restrained until