"Or we can sit down and talk. There is no conflict of interest between us. We are both victims of the ghost fetus." Shen Mengbing's voice was still so soft and melodious, but her tone had completely changed from before.
"How come that sounds so familiar?" Chen Ge thought about it and realized that he had said the very same thing quite often in the past. "Looks like you are not willing to come out without any persuasion. Guys, why don't you go and help him?"
The few Red Specters walked toward Shen Mengbing, and the pressure on her was unimaginable. Bead-like sweat slid down Shen Mengbing's beautiful face. There was a deep sense of helplessness in her eyes. This was person who had gained the favor of more than a handful of Red Specters but chose to use their power to open a haunted house—she simply could not wrap her head around Chen Ge's thinking.
