Gu Mian also wished for the other players to leave as soon as possible.
Because once the players were gone, the remaining ghosts would be his alone, completely at his disposal.
Yet, a third of the instance time had passed, and these guests had yet to find their way.
With no other option, Gu Mian had to personally drag out Dong'er's corpse and make an example of it.
He had now put the bedsheet back, covering the small, pitiful, and helpless body.
"So, can you fill in your cards now?" Gu Mian asked tentatively.
The Fortune-teller felt somewhat strange. Just moments ago, she had sympathized with this Doctor, who couldn't leave the instance. But when she saw his current expression, she felt she might have been too sentimental.
How to describe his current expression…
It was like a bank robber hidden in the dark, eagerly awaiting the departure of the security guard.
Is it just me? The Fortune-teller stood up from the ground.
