The male student was shrouded in yin energy, with a plain face, the kind that could be tossed into a crowd and never be found.
This was Tan Minghao from the photo.
He bent over to pick up the paper effigy that was knocked over.
Chuzheng raised her hand, and the paper effigy fell over again.
The male ghost glared at Chuzheng with resentment, but he didn't do anything rash, just picked up the paper effigy once more.
He would pick it up, and Chuzheng would knock it down again.
Xia Han was clinging to Chuzheng's icy body, watching them behave like children.
You knock it down.
I pick it up.
You knock it down.
I pick it up again.
Xia Han: "???"
What are we here to do? Aren't we here to catch ghosts? Are you playing with the ghost? What if you provoke him?
Finally, the male ghost got angry.
A whirlwind sprang up from nowhere in the cramped space, and yin energy swirled upwards as the paper-made figure flapped noisily in the wind.
