She was smiling, but Qin Manjiang heard other emotions in her words.
This Tenth Seat was rather different from what he had initially imagined. He had already noticed some signs back in Xianyang Village.
To Zhong Xueran, Ghost Stories did not seem to be something particularly worth fearing. She had shown almost no fear of death or ghosts.
Only today did Qin Manjiang begin to vaguely understand where this quality of hers came from.
It was not her courage or sunny disposition.
Rather... this Tenth Seat, who always seemed so happy, appeared to have some self-destructive tendencies.
Perhaps she was not the only one.
Qin Manjiang glanced at Chen Zhiyuan, who was driving.
What sort of psychological problems might this seemingly friendly, mild-mannered Mr. Chen have?
Constantly struggling between life and death, constantly moving between reality and the Game-they were all human. How could they possibly emerge unscathed?
The one with the fewest problems in this car was actually Miss Xin.
Guanyin Lake lay in a rarely visited mountain region in eastern Fu City.
After more than three hours on the road, the four of them finally arrived.
Before they even approached the reservoir, Qin Manjiang's heart was already racing.
The sky hung low, a dark, oppressive expanse. Heavy rain would come soon.
Whether the dark lake water was reflecting the sky or not, it was so black that its depths were invisible.
The wind by the lake was chilly. It slipped through gaps in the foliage and brushed their faces like an icy hand, making them shiver involuntarily.
They got out of the car. Everything around them was silent.
Qin Manjiang and the other two could clearly see a blood-red line encircling the entire lake, but Xin Danchen could see nothing.
Her emotions had remained relatively stable. Even