The Fortune-teller's scalp suddenly tingled.
That voice is Dong'er's… no, it isn't Dong'er…
She remained crouched in a stiff position, not moving.
But the shadow moved.
It drew closer and closer, then enveloped her.
Immediately after, the Fortune-teller heard a malevolent voice right behind her head, "What are you doing?"
It's over—
This thought, as if possessing a voice, echoed lingeringly in the Fortune-teller's mind.
Then, she felt something cold approaching her neck.
The Fortune-teller's hair stood on end. She abruptly leaned forward to dodge, trying to escape.
But just as she hurriedly turned to run towards the door, three bizarre and twisted faces appeared before her eyes.
'Dong'er' held a sharp blade. The same people who were with her before still followed her, but now they had abandoned their disguises. They were fixing her with a terrifying gaze.
