Wan Ling's figure disappeared as if melting into the fog. Yalu stood there, with the cold medical certificate in his left hand and the strange "Record of Death" in his right hand. The road ahead is absolute silence, and behind you is the fog-shrouded unknown. He lowered his head and coughed out a mouthful of blood, but for the first time, he grinned. This card game that was destined to be lost seemed like... There was suddenly a ghost card that no one could understand.
