The lights flickered back on, Gao Ming's back was already soaked with cold sweat. He took the candles one by one, wiped them clean, and put them in a metal box, which already held many candles.,His memories after that were fragmented. Gao Ming couldn't even remember how he got home, only a vague recollection of seeing something terrifying.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。