Su Yu's heart hammered. This nightclub had become a veritable nest of ghosts!
Of course, he didn't believe this curse had turned all the normal humans into ghosts, but this definitely wasn't just an illusion, either.
Intense panic sent his heart racing. Su Yu gripped Cao Xiangrong's phone tightly. He knew this risk he had taken had already drawn something's attention to him.
His extremely keen senses, coupled with an almost cheat-like ability to sense danger, meant Su Yu didn't have to agonize over his choices as he fled.
Once he rushed out of the nightclub and onto the street, there were, strictly speaking, routes in every direction, but each direction would lead to a completely different outcome.
In this situation, only Su Yu could pick the best route, because he could sense, to some extent, the potential danger in each direction.
So, as long as he didn't court death himself, he could find the route that gave him the least sense of "discomfort" among the densely packed paths to certain death.
But this game wouldn't be that simple... death and survival could switch places at any moment.
At that moment, as Su Yu endured the pain in his body and fled into the night, he knew only one thing-
People.
The order of deaths definitely had something to do with the number of people!
Cao Xiangrong had chosen to await the Ghost Story's arrival in a crowd. He had lost his life in such a short time that he hadn't even had a chance to do any exploring or testing.
Yet when Su Yu himself had stood on the rooftop earlier, nothing unusual had happened for the time being.
The biggest difference between his location and Cao Xiangrong's was the number of people.
If he could verify the circumstances