Ever since entering the internal structure of the orphanage, the nature of the game seemed to have changed; malice buried deep within people's hearts was aroused. Losing the game here might mean losing your life.
After the oldest boy shouted "Old Wolf, Old Wolf, what time is it?" once again, the only remaining night light in the dining hall started flickering, and it seemed like something was lurking in the thick darkness in the distance.
Skinny Monkey was still sitting on the ground, terrified, not daring to move an inch.
Han Fei, holding the hand of the little boy, also dared not approach rashly, and in the dining hall, only the oldest boy was steadily walking forward until that unfamiliar voice sounded again.
"One o'clock…"
This time, Han Fei heard it very clearly. The strange voice came from across the dining hall, to be precise, from the beheaded Little Fatty's body.
After Little Fatty finished speaking, Han Fei started to back away, intending to return to the kitchen.
