She had already reached the Old Town. In another ten minutes, she would be at Huai'an Residential Complex.
Yu Qinghuan forced herself to stay seated in the taxi, her mind utterly drained. Even without any physical injuries, the prolonged strain of staying so intensely focused had nearly pushed her body past its limit.
She had been on edge the entire way. She knew that once the out-of-control wedding dress lost the restraints imposed by Mr. Yan's ritual, its true nature would erupt, and it would frantically search for "food."
And the best food was Players like them, who possessed "spirituality."
She was terrified.
Before Mr. Yan had restrained it, that wedding dress had possessed all sorts of inconceivable abilities.
It could appear in clothes and quilts, split off a shadow of itself to follow solitary Players, make male Players in groups lose their flesh and blood, and gradually turn female Players into ghosts... it could even sense the Players' exact locations.
The only reason they had repeatedly encountered it before without anything disastrous happening was Mr. Yan's restraint. He had to harvest the Players' lives according to the ritual to obtain as much vitality as possible from the wedding dress.
But now Mr. Yan was dead. The person who knew how to control the wedding dress was gone.
Nothing could restrain it anymore... it would kill everyone...
Besides, its abilities were far too elusive. Once it finished digesting, finding the Players would be child's play.
Even the order in which it went after them might depend on nothing more than its "mood."
The more Yu Qinghuan thought about it, the more frightened she became.
She pinched her thigh hard, keeping herself from passing out.
In fact, her mind was already growing hazy.
Although she had followed Qin Manjiang's instructions to