She didn't dare to gamble.
Nor could she.
Even if the ghost is blind, it must have other ways to track the living.
The reason it remained still could just be that it glanced casually at the bushes; what she thought was its gaze might only be her imagination.
If she really moved with the thought that it couldn't see her and hurried to leave, she would be done for.
Feng Xiuxue understood this clearly.
So, even though she was terribly frightened, she chose not to move.
If the ghost didn't move, neither would she.
Like this, a few more breaths passed.
The ghost moved.
It turned around, its eerie and terrifying silhouette walking towards West Fan Street.
Feng Xiuxue still didn't move.
At least... until it's completely out of sight, only then would she move.
Patience and waiting finally paid off.
It vanished at the street corner.
Narrowly escaping death, Feng Xiuxue let out a big breath only to realize that in just that short moment, her clothes were soaked with sweat.
