The tall security guard was beside himself, his pupils constricted, his eyes filled with terror.
He stumbled over to the wooden table where the actors were seated and, as if by accident, fell onto it, knocking over the already unsteady table.
The wooden table looked fine from the front, but the back was covered in numerous curse spells and sticky things like hair and skin.
"Someone's dead! There's really a dead person!"
The tall security guard covered his head, his acting seemingly better than that of some actors on scene.
"Don't panic. Slow down and tell us, what did you see on the building facade?" Wu Li crouched in front of the tall security guard and asked softly.
"Retribution! It's retribution! There's no escaping it! We're all going to die! No one can get away!" The tall security guard suddenly became agitated, grabbing Wu Li's hands, revealing his arms full of scars under the uniform—this seemingly ordinary security guard.
Wu Li was startled and hurriedly backed away.
