"Kill everyone..." Jiang Shu repeated Shu Bao's words, as the desolate and bleak image of the Fifth District also emerged in his mind.
The grey streets were void of any human trace; a sinister, ghostly aura enveloped the entire city.
"But Tang probably wouldn't kill everyone, that would be too extreme," Shu Bao continued, "And everything I've just said is only speculation, and you have linked it to some unrealistic things. Like Clo, you've only seen the tarot card that represents him."
"Right," Jiang Shu nodded, neither confirming nor denying.
Shu Bao only knew that he saw the tarot card and suspected that Clo had been resurrected, not knowing the other secrets about Clo, so it didn't have any particular sentiment.
But from Jiang Shu's perspective...
"Make my death quick; I don't want to be dragged up for a sequel."
Clo's words seemed as if they had been spoken just a short while ago, now echoing for a long time in Jiang Shu's mind, along with his insane demeanor.
