They had reached Old Town. In another ten minutes, they would arrive at Huai'an Residential Complex.
Yu Qinghuan forced herself to stay upright in the taxi, utterly drained. Even without her physical injuries, staying intensely focused for so long had almost pushed her body past its limits.
She had been on edge the whole way. She knew that once the out-of-control wedding dress lost the restraints of 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 blankets, split off a shadow of itself to follow lone players, drain the flesh and blood from male players in groups, and gradually turn female players into ghosts... it could even sense players' exact locations.
The only reason they had kept seeing it without anything disastrous happening was Mr. Yan's restraint. He had to harvest players' lives according to the ritual to obtain the greatest possible amount of life force 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 unpredictable. Once it finished digesting, finding players would be effortless.
Even the order it went after them might depend on nothing more than its "mood."
The more Yu Qinghuan thought, the more frightened she became.
She pinched her thigh hard, trying not to pass out.
In truth, her mind was already growing muddled.
Although she had followed Qin Manjiang's instructions to go to Huai'an Residential Complex, to Locust Tree Hollow, she did not understand what