The air seemed to have stagnated.
Bai Yanliang could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
His agile mind and strong logic had all lost their function at that moment.
The only scene in front of his eyes was that girl running towards him.
Every step she took was so firm, as if she was about to crash straight into his heart.
Time seemed to slow down as well.
Slow enough for Bai Yanliang to remember that night, she had the same stubborn expression, holding on tightly as he was about to fall off the building.
"Snap—"
Her hand once again grabbed Bai Yanliang.
Cold, sweaty hands.
She was very nervous, but she still came.
Bai Yanliang, in a brief daze, found himself being pulled by Qi Nian, rushing into the basement.
The fierce ghost did not, as he had anticipated, hesitate to enter the basement.
It silently exuded the deepest malice, a venomous and terrifying aura capable of making all living things tremble.
