After finally completing the arduous journey to his dorm room, Qin Ye dragged Wang Chenghao out of bed. Wang Chenghao rubbed his eyes leisurely and stared at Qin Ye. Just as he was about to scream at the top of his lungs in horror, Qin Ye covered his mouth.

“It’s me.”

Wang Chenghao nodded blankly. Anyone who sees a bloodied person standing over him in the middle of the night would be scared witless. I’m definitely not a coward.

“We’ve got to go now…”

“Huh? Where are we going?” Even though Wang Chenghao was unwilling to leave, the sight of Qin Ye’s present appearance spoke volumes about the gravity of the situation. Any lingering weariness in his mind was instantly dispelled.

“Doesn’t matter where. The further, the better!”

Wang Chenghao nodded his head and began to pack their necessities. He didn’t even bother bringing their fresh bedding along. Ten minutes later, Qin Ye and Wang Chenghao hopped onto a taxi and began to make their way into the heart of the downtown district.

Qin Ye forced himself to stay awake as the car drove further and further away. After some time, the driver couldn’t help but shiver slightly, “What the hell. Why is it so cold today?”

“It won’t be cold if you drive faster.” Qin Ye responded placidly. He had already changed into a fresh set of clothes, and there were no longer any traces of blood on his body. Forcing his bloodshot eyes to remain open, Qin Ye continued to stare out of the window. Just outside, hundreds - perhaps even thousands - of Yin spirits were continuously...