After the seven were selected, no new candidates appeared.
The Professor, Xia Nan, Lin Ruonan, Chen Xin, Wu Tiansheng, Hu Feifei, Abyss-the seven blood-red names flew into the air, dissolved into a mass of blood, then condensed again into eerie words.
[Is fate predetermined?] [Hand in your answers.] [Fu City, 2007. The curtain rises.] [Make your choice: change... or death.]
Under every player's gaze, all the blood-red words slowly melted, covering the bodies of the seven selected players.
Qin Manjiang was already very familiar with this sensation. Whether he went to [Ping'an Hospital] or [Sick Village], he was delivered instantaneously in this same way.
And places they were sent to in this manner had two very obvious characteristics.
First... the players were very likely to be separated, each having different encounters.
Second... the game would begin immediately, with no preparation time. The place they went to was also a world they could not escape without clearing the game.
The seven players each glanced at everyone a few times. A thick crimson haze soon obscured their vision, and within just a few breaths, blood completely covered their bodies.
At that moment, the seventh Spirit Pupil Dark Spot beneath the enormous pupil blazed with bloody light!
This seventh Spirit Pupil Dark Spot instantly absorbed every last drop of blood. The seven players' bodies also twisted into streams of blood and slipped into it.
Then-
Red flashed before the seven players' eyes, and a roar filled their minds.
When they came to again, only a voice of indeterminate gender remained in their minds:
"Ghost Story: Seven Children."
"Begin."
"Hss..."
Qin Manjiang lay in the snow with his eyes tightly shut.
He had a dream...
Did humans... have such a thing as an inherent nature?
He did not know, but the