Crackle!
Accompanied by a faint sound as if a mosquito were buzzing.
An extremely thin lightning bolt, like a spark, fell from thin air, striking the young public student's head, twisting his once-energetic hair into a tangled mess, and a strange burnt fragrance filled the air.
This bolt shattered the awful scene in Zheng Qing's mind into pieces.
The wizard's laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Stopping alongside him were Xin Fat Man, who was speaking loudly, and Doctor Xiao, who was listening earnestly. Both turned their heads in unison to look at the young public student, their eyes tinged with tension and suspicion.
The three exchanged glances.
In this unsettling silence, Zhang Ji Xin's monotone recitation was particularly clear: "… 'Enjoy Your Funeral,' by George Mic, uses a meticulous touch to describe various aspects of life from the grave of the Blood Race, a classic work of the classical Blood Race metaphysics…"
