After the seven were chosen, no new candidates appeared.
Professor, Xia Nan, Lin Ruonan, Chen Xin, Wu Tiansheng, Hu Feifei, Abyss-the seven blood-red names flew into the air, turned into a mass of blood, then condensed again into eerie words.
[Is fate predetermined?]
[Hand in your answers.]
[Fu City, 2007. The curtain rises.]
[Please make your choice: change... or death.]
As all the players watched, the blood-red words slowly melted, covering the bodies of the seven chosen players.
Qin Manjiang was already very familiar with this sensation. Whether he was going to [Ping'an Hospital] or [Sick Village], he had been transported there instantly in this same way.
And places they were sent to this way had two very obvious characteristics.
First... the players were very likely to be separated and have different experiences of their own.
Second... the game would begin immediately, with no time to prepare, and the place they were going to was a world they could not escape without clearing it.
The seven players each glanced at everyone a few times. Soon, a thick crimson haze obscured their vision. In just a few breaths, blood completely covered their bodies.
Just then, the seventh Spirit Pupil Dark Spot beneath the enormous pupil blazed with bloody light!
The 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 the seventh Spirit Pupil Dark Spot.
Then-
Red flooded the seven players' vision, and a roar filled their heads.
When they came to again, only a voice of indeterminate gender remained in their minds:
"Ghost Story: Seven Children."
"Begin."
"Hiss..."
Qin Manjiang lay in the snow, his eyes tightly shut.
He had a dream...
Did humans... have such a thing as an innate nature?
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