"Hello."
Yang Mowan's tone had a slight upward inflection as it reached Qi Nian's ears. Just as she was about to respond, suddenly... a pair of hands reached out from behind her.
Qi Nian's eyes widened in horror as she struggled desperately, yet she was powerless as she was dragged into the darkness...
...
Where exactly?
Song Que's forehead was drenched in sweat, half from exhaustion and half from anxiety.
Half an hour had passed, and he hadn't found any clues about the ghost.
Where is it hiding?
What worried him the most was that chilling gaze fixed on him. It persisted longer and more frequently...
Song Que stepped into a café on the fourth floor. It wasn't spacious, with bookshelves sparsely lined with books alongside the tables and chairs.
Song Que originally just glanced over the café, but as he saw the books on the shelf, he suddenly stopped.
That's not right, why are there so few books?
Song Que quickly stepped forward and pulled down the few books from the shelf.
