Suddenly, Lin Fan was jolted awake. He looked up at the rooftop of the distant store where Guan Hao was supposed to be sitting with a chair. But Guan Hao was leaping down from the roof in fear and panic, running toward Lin Fan, his body also beginning to dissolve.
"Lin... brother..."
Another panicked voice echoed.
In the distance, Zhu Cheng's body was also vanishing. He waved his hands toward his disappearing legs, as if trying to grab hold of that vanishing part, but his hands met only emptiness, as if it didn't exist.
"Lin brother."
"Lin brother."
Panic-stricken voices emerged all around. In their hearts, Lin Fan was their Guardian God. When terror struck, their thoughts always turned to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan looked around; everyone's bodies were dissolving.
His pupils constricted rapidly. Always confident, Lin Fan found himself at a loss, his legs feeling as though they were filled with lead, impossibly heavy, unable to take even a single step.
