"The First Seat has over five hundred Spirit Pupils?"
In the corridor swept by gusts of icy wind, Jiang Du walked forward as he asked for details about Spirit Pupils.
Chen Zhiyuan initially thought he was surprised, but after glancing at Jiang Du's expression, he felt it wasn't surprise, because Jiang Du had furrowed his brows.
"Is that too few?"
Jiang Du shook his head and smiled. "Not few, but five hundred Spirit Pupils should be the average, not the highest number."
Chen Zhiyuan stared blankly at him. Although he had become less intelligent, he hadn't reached the point of being an idiot.
"How do you know so much?"
Chen Zhiyuan asked in confusion.
Jiang Du seemed never to have considered hiding anything from Chen Zhiyuan. He answered readily, "It's a secret, just like how Qin Manjiang always gets chosen by ghost stories. That's a secret."
His frank declaration that it was a secret instead left Chen Zhiyuan unsure what to ask.
"Spirit Pupils... is there an upper limit?" Chen Zhiyuan changed his question.
"Of course. Nine hundred and ninety-nine Spirit Pupils is the limit," Jiang Du answered without hesitation. "Once someone exceeds nine hundred and ninety-nine Spirit Pupils, they can no longer remain in Fu City's Ghost Story Game."
"Not in Fu City?" A sudden, needlelike pain stabbed deep inside Chen Zhiyuan's brain. He instinctively asked, "If that's the case, where did he go?"
Jiang Du didn't know who Chen Zhiyuan meant by "he," but he could guess that it must be a specific person who mattered greatly to Chen Zhiyuan.
"Nowhere for the time being. He'll leave the game until ten people have been selected."
Ten people...
If Chen Zhiyuan couldn't recognize the connection between this number and the Ten Seats, he would have lived his life for