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Chapter 88
                          
In this so-called “hide-and-seek”, at half past seven, all the task-holders were to leave the milk tea shop and go into the fog. Without leaving the block of “Zhengxin Street”, they were to avoid strangely-shaped monsters.
                          
In total, including Song Chunyang who had broken in halfway, there were 11 people taking part in this game of “hide-and-seek”.
                          
A man sneered at the girl’s warmheartedness. He said coldly, “Xiao Guan, what are you saying so much to him for.”
                          
The girl’s surname was Guan. Probably out of guilt for being unable to help Song Chunyang escape, she said, “Since we’ve met, it must be fate.”
                          
 

                          
Song Chunyang, feeling both moved and wronged?, sniffled. “Sorry, I already have a boyfriend.”
                          
Miss Guan, “……” Oh, isn’t that too bad.
                          
At the moment, Song Chunyang’s brain was mush, made utterly lost by the girl’s explanation. When everyone stood up one after another and stepped out into the fog-engulfed streets, Song Chunyang followed the crowd and walked out as well.
                          
Song Chunyang’s every move was incredibly similar to those kinds of cannonfodders in horror movies who seemed to want nothing more than to paste “shoot me” on their foreheads. It was no wonder that everyone looked down on him.
                          
 

                          
Entering the parallel world’s streets, which were already no longer bustling like usual, the white fog was incredibly thick. Just a light breath made their lungs feel a little uncomfortable.

                          
 

                          
The street which had still been brightly lit just now had fallen into a dead silence. The only living people left stood at the entrance to the milk tea shop, breathing in the cold fog, frantically looking around.
                          
There were still a few lit street lamps around, but they were unable to provide anyone any reassurance at this time. The dim yellow light of the bulbs was obscured by the fog, making them look like single eyes peeping at them from where they were hidden in the cracks of the walls.
                          
After the last person stepped out of the milk tea shop, the lights in the shop automatically turned off.
                          
Breaking through the quiet, was the sound of a countdown coming from within the fog.
                          
“One—— Are you ready? Two—— Are you ready? Three……”
                          
The voices came from all directions, from different throats, different genders, delicate, deep, clear, hoarse, upset, joyous…… All the voices reverberated through the fog, as if they were everywhere.
                          
 

                          
There was even someone who realised, one of the voices was coming from by his feet.
                          
He hurriedly jumped away, letting out a curse, his expression extremely ugly.
                          
According to what Miss Guan divulged, after counting to one hundred, the ghosts would materialise a body and the ability to move around freely.
                          
Similarly, according to Miss Guan, in the early stages of the task, the ghosts would have certain restrictions imposed on them, and would have rules to their movements. The closer it got to the time limit, the more freedom the ghosts would have.
                          
And they would have to play an hour of hide-and-seek on these streets with the ghosts.
                          
 

                          
No one was willing to bring this weak-looking newbie along with them. They all formed their own groups and left, until in the end, only Miss Guan stayed by Song Chunyang’s side.