"They...they are dead?" Xi Huijun didn't dare look directly at the TV, clutching Yang Xiao's arm tightly, pressing herself against him.
Yang Xiao sighed helplessly and pulled Xi Huijun off him. It wasn't that he was insensitive, but this posture would be very passive in case of a sudden situation.
"If they are all dead, who sent the ring and this disc back?" Yang Xiao explained.
Sure enough, shortly after the screen went black, the picture resumed its fragmented state, followed by a woman's scream.
As the image stabilized, a man with his head covered in a black cloth was dragged towards a woman lying on the ground, struggling the entire way.
What's eerie was the young woman with a geisha face laying motionless on the ground, looking dead, yet the piercing scream never ceased—it was clearly a woman's voice.
