Beneath the pooled water on the tabletop, the figure of a vicious dog emerged, fierce and uncanny, as though it might leap out at any moment.
This pale-faced man was clearly one of the supernatural circle as well. Though he was an insignificant nobody, he still had the necessary discernment. His hair stood on end at once, and an inexplicable fear welled up inside him.
There was no mistake.
The shadow beneath the water looked like a vicious dog, but no matter how he looked at it, it was a ghost.
"Something's wrong with this woman? No, that's not right. There's nothing wrong with her. She's just an ordinary person. The problem is that cup of water."
The pale-faced man glanced at the overturned cup.
He could be certain that someone had stored supernatural power in that cup of water beforehand. Once it was knocked over, a ghost would be released.
After realizing this, he did not even dare approach the table and could not help backing away.
Danger and death were right at hand.
It was not worth throwing his life away over a gamble.
"Why do you look so scared? Oh, I know. You're going to die. You'll suddenly die."
Xiong Wenwen had used his precognitive ability.
In his foresight, this man approached the table, only to suddenly fall asleep moments later and then die.
He died for no apparent reason.
The pale-faced man looked at Xiong Wenwen, then at the pooled water on the table. Gritting his teeth, he turned around and left without another word.
He felt that this matter had become too complicated. He could not keep getting involved. As for how he would explain things to Boss He, that was no longer his concern. Anything was better than dying here.
"He ran? He actually