Elsewhere, Zhong Xueran rushed out of Huai'an Residential Complex, with only one thought in her head: go to Wenshui District and find Liu Junyan's body.
At that same moment, Li Xijiu was driving at full speed toward Old Town.
A blood-soaked corpse with its throat pierced by a sharp blade lay tossed in the back seat.
Li Xijiu's expression was completely different from when he was with Qin Manjiang.
He already had a feeling that even if he delivered Liu Junyan's body to Huai'an Residential Complex and reversed the ritual, it might not work.
Ultimately, this was not the original path to survival, only an attempt made for lack of any other choice.
From what he understood, the path to survival had been cut off the moment that Mr. Yan died.
Would this attempt succeed?
Its logic did not hold together at all. It was merely a final human struggle.
Qin Manjiang mustn't die...
A light flickered in Li Xijiu's eyes.
And... he glanced at the time. Though he was already going as fast as he could, successfully transporting this body to Huai'an Residential Complex would still take at least half an hour, and that was assuming the roads were completely clear.
There probably was not enough time, either.
After all, in the previous round, the vengeful ghost had killed all five people within thirty minutes of the game starting. In other words, each player had no more than six minutes of "safe time."
That was deadly.
At this thought, Li Xijiu picked up his phone and called Nie Yunzhen.
It rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Li Xijiu's gaze shifted wildly. Gritting his teeth, he changed direction, no longer heading toward Huai'an Residential Complex.
At that moment, Nie Yunzhen's head had rolled onto the ground,