At that moment, in the nightclub.
Middle-aged Cao Xiangrong was no stranger to this noisy environment, but the sudden blackout just now had given him quite a fright too.
Yet the lights had soon come back on.
The men and women around him were still moving their bodies to the music beneath the flashing lights.
Was my fate already decided...
Cao Xiangrong decided to hide here for a while longer. After all, humans were creatures that liked to gather in groups. The more people there were, the safer they felt.
Besides, he had already decided not to sleep until daybreak. Once it was light, he would find a crowded plaza and sleep on a lounge chair. Surely the crowds could restrict a vengeful ghost's movements somewhat?
Nie Yunzhen had said so too...
The real world apparently seemed to impose certain restrictions on the supernatural, and those restrictions became more pronounced the more people there were.
So... being around more people was better after all.
Following the crowd, Cao Xiangrong slowly began to sway.
When the Ghost Story World first selected him, he had almost immediately despaired of his life, so he had indulged himself thoroughly.
There had been quite a few people like him at first. After witnessing the horror of vengeful ghosts, every selected player had fallen into utter despair, and a considerable number had chosen suicide or indulgence.
They spent all their money on pleasure, then turned to crime when it ran out, treating themselves entirely as people about to die. Secular laws and morality could barely restrain them anymore.
People like that were not only a tremendous threat to Fu City in the real world, but also highly unstable bombs when undertaking [Ghost Story Games] with others.
Later, however, those people either died in games in the