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Zheng replied immediately, “Is it Xuan? Where are you? What was that creepy noise from last night? Hello?”

“… If you hear this message, that means I am dead. This message will be sent twelve hours after I die. As my final message… being able to meet all of you… thank you.”

“Then let me verify my last conjecture…”

“Immune to physical damage? Illusion? Or perhaps… Arnold, attack!”

“As expected… no rewards. And it takes a large amount of magical bullets to eliminate a ghost…”

Xuan’s voice was sent through the device and along with it, the sound of gunshots. Zheng put the device on the coffee table.

“Arnold, be cautious of your back, the ghost is likely to attack the one that damaged her.”

“… Physical contact causes you to lose control of the body?”

“Must attack every part of the body…”

Another round of gunshots and the sound of a large object falling onto the ground.

“Still no reward, does the number seven hint at…”