The surrounding flickering screens were like unblinking eyes, sizing up the nearby living with ill intent.

This eerie scene made Zhou Ze's legs weak. Only then did he realize he had been too impulsive. There were so many people here, and all of them were stronger than him. It wasn't his place to make decisions.

But he really had no malice. He just didn't want anyone else to be killed by the ghost phone, and then... then turn into that thing, a shadow that killed without blinking an eye.

But it was too late to say anything now. He instinctively covered his ears, but the intertwined ringing clearly had no intention of letting him go. Instead, it became more and more urgent, as if urging him to his death.

Even more bizarrely, he vaguely heard a woman's crying, coming from all directions. The crying was mixed in with the chaotic ringing, indistinct, but getting closer and closer...

Until someone answered the phone, from the hand of a stiff-bodied, flamboyantly dressed woman.

Under the fat man's nervous gaze, Wu broke the woman's clenched fingers one by one, took out the phone, pressed the answer button, and held it to his ear, "Don't worry, I'll come find you."

In an instant, all the phones fell silent.

Zhou Ze was covered in cold sweat, his clothes soaked, and he looked as disheveled as if he had just been fished out of the water.

From his angle, he could just see half of Wu's profile. Zhou Ze couldn't be sure if he would have a chance to leave here alive today, but he was sure that if he could leave alive, the terrifying smile on that half of his face would become a nightmare that haunted him for the rest of his life.

What kind of existence was this guy who walked down from the wall and could devour other shadows? He definitely wasn't human, and as for a ghost... Zhou Ze didn't think so either.

Wu turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng. A line of bloody words appeared out of thin air on the wall. Maybe it was because he was complained about too much, but this time the handwriting had greatly improved: "Find a place to hide, I'll be right back."

Then he stood up, lightly tapped the glamorous woman's shoulder with his toes, and the whole person leaped into the air, the black trench coat and the black scabbard merged into the pitch-black ceiling, and disappeared.

Everyone looked up at the ceiling. After a moment, Number 13 retracted his gaze and muttered to Jiang Cheng and the fat man in a low voice, "Was he... always like this?"

The fat man was a practical person. He looked at Number 13 and blinked, asking, "What do you mean?"

"Like leaving a message, and then going to chop people with a knife." Although Number 13's face wasn't very good, he was very interested in Wu. He wasn't comfortable asking some questions in front of Wu, nor did he dare to.

Hearing this, the fat man shook his head like a rattle drum. "No, no, no, Wu wasn't like this before."

This made Number 13 feel relieved. He thought, how could a ghost be so cool, and even say he'd be right back. After all, the opponent was also an S-rank. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was going to his own vegetable garden to cut chives.

The fat man carefully glanced at the ceiling, touched his heart, and recalled with lingering fear, "Wu never used to leave words before. He would just draw his knife and chop at the slightest disagreement. Recently, the doctor must have given him some kind of bewitching drug. He's become much more restrained..."

Number 13 looked at the crowd of people who were dazed because their shadows had been torn apart, and had a different understanding of the words "much more restrained."

"Number 10." Number 13 stretched out his small hand to hug himself, and asked in a low voice with a guilty conscience, "Did I perform well just now? Wu shouldn't hold it against me, right?"

The fat man propped his chin and thought seriously for a while, and replied with some difficulty, "To be honest, the old Wu wouldn't have, because if he didn't like you at first sight, he might have just chopped you."

"What about now?" Number 13 leaned closer and immediately asked. How did he suddenly feel that compared to Number 2, he seemed to be in more danger?

"It's hard to say now. Wu and the doctor have a good relationship now, and you know that the doctor is petty. Wu may have learned that too, so..." The fat man looked at Number 13's pale face and sighed sadly.

Jiang Cheng seized the opportunity to walk over, patted Number 13's shoulder with a show of affection, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, with me here, Wu won't hurt you. I still have that much face."

Number 13 carefully swallowed his saliva and said warily, "Let me tell you, don't even think about getting any useful information from me."

After a moment, he seemed to realize that what he said was a bit too much, and explained, "It's not that I want to hide it from you, it's just that some things are better for you not to know."

"Is that so." Jiang Cheng still maintained his previous kind smile, touched Number 13's head, and said gently, "Then you can just wait to die. Wu has been thinking about the door on you for more than a day or two. Last time I heard him talking in his sleep, saying he was going to chop you into eight pieces or something. After waking up, Wu took his knife and was going to find you, but I helped you plead for mercy, so he didn't touch you."

"It is impossible for me to tell you things that are too confidential!" Number 13 clenched his fists, looking like a staunch person who would rather die than submit.

Jiang Cheng smelled an opportunity from this, and his eyebrows raised involuntarily. "I know you're a very tight-lipped person, so I'll only ask some ordinary questions."

Number 13 stopped talking, and just stared at Jiang Cheng with his eyes. On matters of principle, the fat man still knew what was important, and the doctor was the biggest backer, so he also remained silent.

"What is the scroll that Lin Wan'er gave to Wu?" Jiang Cheng suddenly asked.

Number 13 pretended to be calm and replied, "What scroll? I don't remember."

"Don't give me that." Jiang Cheng pointed to the ceiling above his head, and smiled even more happily than before, but the meaning of threat in that smile was self-evident.

"I remember very clearly, you were the one who gave the scroll to Wu at that time." Jiang Cheng simply stated the matter clearly.

Hearing this, Number 13 showed a look of sudden realization. "Oh, oh, so you're talking about that. I forgot about it if you didn't mention it. It's nothing serious. The scroll contains a map."

"A map?" Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng's face changed. "You still want to lie to me? Wu told me it was a door!"

Number 13 was stunned. He couldn't understand how Wu would tell Jiang Cheng about this. Clearly, they had an agreement before that this matter should be kept secret from the others, and telling Jiang Cheng would also be...

But in the next second, Number 13 reacted. This must be that damned Zero trying to trick him. This kid was full of bad ideas, so he immediately shook his head and denied it.

But this moment of hesitation was enough for Jiang Cheng. He had had a rough guess before, but Number 13's hesitation turned the guess into reality.

The Midnight Killer instance was next to the Jiangtan University Heart-Eroding Demon instance, but Wu's performance in the two instances was vastly different.