Ritual Control
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After watching Fang Heng leave, Wu Peng could no longer hold himself back and sat down on the spot.
The other two students also surrounded him.
"Brother Peng, are you hurt?"
"Hiss!"
Wu Peng carefully opened his sleeve.
The spot that Fang Heng had just grabbed was swollen.
Their faces instantly turned slightly pale.
"Could it be a bone fracture? Quickly go to the infirmary to take a look."
After leaving the meditation room, Fang Heng followed Mo Jiawei back to Mo Yunxiao's villa.
On the way, Fang Heng roughly learned from Mo Jiawei what had happened in the stadium not long ago.
"God, do you think it's strange? So many bats suddenly appeared. I thought it was an enemy that came looking for us."
"Yes, indeed."
Fang Heng replied and lowered his head in thought.
Was the bat's attack related to him?
And the white bones that littered the ground after he woke up...