Ji Ting trembled and stepped back, her lips moving, "No, it's not me... this has nothing to do with me. It was Wen Nannan's idea, go find her..."
Liu Peng took another step closer to her, his smile growing more sinister and terrifying.
"Don't come closer, don't come closer!" It was all Wen Nannan's fault, why was he coming for her!
Ji Ting shook her head and backed away, but she didn't notice that the person in front of her was becoming less and less like Liu Peng. Suddenly, she bumped into something cold and stiff. Turning her head slowly, Ji Ting screamed in terror at what she saw.
Two withered bodies, their expressions ghastly—it was the dead person from the photo in the main hall! They moved closer, step by step, their terrifying spectral faces looming larger before Ji Ting.
She fell to the ground, helplessly waving her hands in front of her and screaming in panic, "It's not me, don't come for me..."
"Ah—!"