The atmosphere in the study instantly became chillingly tense. Miniature Leng Yejin opened his eyes. A hint of nearly undetectable anguish flashed in his slightly misty eyes. He closed his eyes and refused to elaborate. "Stop asking about it."
He then turned towards Ji Yiming and said, "Come over if you want to examine me."
"Um… huh? Oh, of course!"
Ji Yiming quickly went out to grab his medical kit. He was afraid that Leng Yejin would change his mind and kick him away.
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That night, at twelve o'clock when the clock struck midnight, a patter of footsteps suddenly rang out in the hallway. The footsteps were slow, steady and menacing. In the silence of the night, it felt like a scene from a horror movie.
Tong Lu pulled open her bedroom door and saw a towering silhouette standing in front of the door to the bedroom next to hers. The figure looked like a ghost.
Startled, she blurted out, "Who's that?"
