Mi’s Game

Outside, the guns thundered without pause, and the air was filled with terrible screams. With bloodshot eyes, Wen Qiao gripped the gun in her hand, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She could not tell whether this was reality or an illusion created by the so-called god. None of the monster-filled worlds she had experienced before could compare to the terror and despair of returning to hell now. The screams outside grew more numerous. Many footsteps were drawing near, like the tolling of a death knell. For a moment, the air seemed to freeze. Remembering A Lian dying horribly before her eyes, Wen Qiao suddenly grew calm. A mocking smile split her lips as she slowly raised the gun to her temple. “Bang!” The gunshot rang out. The people outside pushed aside the filthy door curtain. Inside the room lay only a few ash-covered corpses and a pistol. The Chinese woman was nowhere to be seen. Several kilometers away, in the forest, Wen Qiao opened her eyes in terror. Looking at the man holding her in his arms, she finally burst into tears...