The cold stone slabs made my ribs ache. There was a strong smell of rust in the air, like pig blood that had been aged for a long time. Jiang Chen opened his eyes suddenly. What he saw was a dark red sky, with three waning moons hanging above his head, as pale as a dead eyeball. Instead of the familiar bus carriages, there was a huge circular altar. Outside the altar, black mist billowed. "Roar——!" Deep in the black mist, several shrill roars of beasts exploded. The sound waves hit a layer of pale golden light curtain at the edge of the altar, causing ripples. "Where is this?" "Aren't we on the way to the autumn outing?" "The bus fell off the cliff... I remember we all died..." Cries and screams broke out instantly. More than 30 classmates were lying on the altar in a haphazard manner, with some covering their hands.
