For certain special reasons, the number of vengeful ghosts kept growing, and the harm they caused the living grew ever more severe. In the end, a special plan had to be launched: the Survival Game. Calling it a survival game was generous. It was more like a final struggle before death. The people chosen were really just offerings meant to placate the ghosts. If you escaped alive, good for you, but you couldn't leave the game. You had to keep playing the next round. Once you became an offering, dying sooner just meant being reborn sooner. Nine offerings had already been chosen for this month, and the tenth was still being drawn at random on the giant screen. Everyone held their breath. When the screen stopped, the crowd erupted in an uproar. No one had expected it to pick the second young master of the Wen family, the supposedly hopelessly clueless, sweet-natured rich kid. There was no need to think twice: he was sure to go in and never come back. Wen Ershao's fans lit candles and laid flowers online, crying their eyes out. When Wen Hanguang returned, he saw his black-and-white portrait posted all over the internet and a question mark slowly appeared above his head. Wen Hanguang: ...Does this count as social death?
Theme: Good and evil will always be repaid in the end
