The Photograph

"We will all surely die!"

In Silver Eagle University, in the private room of a cafe, a few people who seemed like students gathered together. They were all looking pale and panicky. "All of us have seen it. Lu Xia is dead. We cannot run! Everyone in the photograph will die!"

One of the girls could no longer hold it in and started to cry.

"Bai Ling, don't cry. There must be a solution!"

Beside the girl, a tall and handsome-looking boy comforted her as though he was her boyfriend.

"I don't care… I want to transfer out of this school and leave this place!"

Another girl started to wail.

"Rather than leaving, why don't we look for a monk or a daoist? They might be able to help us. Right, Brother Yang?"

The last guy wore spectacles. He was shorter and appeared decent. Under such circumstances, he was still able to keep his cool.

"Wu Lu, don't worry. Xiu Wen is right. There must be a solution to this!"