Sihuania died and turned into a ghost.
People who die in this world immediately turn into ghosts that may even attack other players.
The four of them quickly accepted this premise.
The Fortune-teller watched silently as Sihuania departed.
She had just seen Sihuania's mangled body, as if something had gnawed on it. The expression on his face seemed frozen at the moment of death, filled with shock and resentment.
"The shadow you just saw, was it her?" the Fortune-teller asked 007, turning her head.
007 closed her eyes, her expression full of worry. "No, it was someone else. Not one of those three players."
"Let's get out of here," Chu Changge said, also looking in the direction Sihuania had gone. "Keep moving forward. We need to find Gu Mian as soon as possible."
He spoke as he started walking forward along the road.
The Fortune-teller clutched the long strip of cloth in her hand and followed.
