Less than a meter behind him, the chair was empty.
The neatly cut rope lay loosely on the ground.
Xie Chenmin had vanished!
Ma Wu had been up to no good for many years and had never believed in ghosts or deities.
But at that moment, a shiver ran through Ma Wu's heart.
If there were no ghosts, how had Xie Chenmin disappeared?
Either he ascended to the heavens or burrowed into the earth.
Otherwise, how did he vanish in the blink of an eye?
Ma Wu rubbed his eyes as the flashlight's beam searched frantically, still unable to believe what he was seeing.
The chair was there.
The broken rope was there too.
A few steps away, there was also a wimp who had wet his pants.
Everything was telling him clearly, he wasn't dreaming, nor was he hallucinating.
As his arm began to disobey him, Ma Wu felt a draft behind him.
He spun around only to see a foot kicking towards him.
Unable to dodge, Ma Wu braced himself to take the blow.
