Chu Yi angled his head to the side and chuckled happily, his voice was low, soft like a devil's whisper, scattered in the cold and gloomy night.
The red glow caused by their sudden appearance had not fully dispersed and it settled behind him like a golden red sunset splashing on Chu Yi's body, coating his outline with a layer of red.
As if where he was standing was not a dreary and desolate island but instead, he was sitting on a high-backed throne supporting his head with one hand, with a chilling smile, like a murderer looking forward to the excitement of a carnival.
The others were startled by their unforeseen entrance and the gaze they used to look at them changed. The one universal precedent in the player's eyes was that information was key.
No matter how strong a person is, if he could not identify the crucial clues in the copy, he would only die without even knowing how he died.