C40 The fiction of terror 8 lock on the devil's soul

Deep into the night, a slight chill gradually arose.

When Lu Xiang appeared at the entrance of Jianghai University's campus, it was already close to the early hours of the morning. He, who was originally asleep in his dorm room, was woken up by a burst of strange sounds.

"Lu Xiang, come to the school gate. I have something important to tell you."

His drowsiness was blown away by the cold wind