What was he trying to do?!
Shen Hai looked utterly grim. He gripped the pen tightly and could not help swearing, "Idiot!"
Chen Zhiyuan had been playing dumb!
At the very least, secretly slipping the [Continuation Pen] into his breast pocket was something he could only have done while lucid.
Because a Permanent Item could never be placed on someone else unless its owner took it out through an act of will!
When had Chen Zhiyuan regained his senses?
Or had he actually been lucid all along?
Thinking back, Shen Hai realized he had absolutely no idea at what point Chen Zhiyuan had regained his senses. In this game, the ghost was far too cunning, and most of his attention had been focused on figuring out the path to survival.
That bastard...
Shen Hai still could not help cursing.
But just then, a vengeful ghost, pale white from head to toe, appeared in his field of vision.
So it's here...
With this broken leg, he could not escape even if he tried to run.
Chen Zhiyuan had placed him beside the Hanging Bell and left him leaning against it precisely because his limited mobility meant that, once he encountered a ghost, ringing the bell would be his only response.
That Chen Zhiyuan... just what kind of person does he think I am?
A cold light flashed in Shen Hai's eyes, along with emotions that defied description.
After watching Chen Zhiyuan's figure disappear completely, Shen Hai raised the Drumstick, about to strike the Hanging Bell beside him.
Yet at that very moment, his movement abruptly stopped...
No!
Was Chen Zhiyuan planning to die?!
Leaving him immobile beside the Hanging Bell meant that, when he encountered a ghost, his only choice to save his life would be to ring the bell and