The voice came from within the black fog. Qin Nuo knew he couldn't escape, so he simply stood still, watching the spot where the sound originated.

A shadow slowly emerged, revealing itself to be his homeroom teacher, Mr. Yan.

His smile was as gentle as ever, but there were a few black veins crawling eerily across his face, adding a touch of horror behind his smile.

In his hand, he still held that black bag, and in the other, his so-called toy gun.