"Whaah!" Fu Miaoxue wailed, "My boyfriend is on the verge of death! I am hardly in the mood for singing!!!"
"Sing! We might lure the Corpse-Carrier over!" Bai Youwei barked urgently, "Sing!!!"
"What?" Fu Miaoxue was taken aback, then came to her senses. "Ah yes, last time it was after I sang that the paper figure appeared. Could this piece of chanting possibly summon ghosts?!"
She looked to the door. The dim rain obscured her view. She couldn't see Du Lai or Shen Mo's circumstance, only heard a shrill laughter in the distance.
If they actually lured the Corpse-Carrier over, Du Lai and Shen Mo might escape danger but what would her and Bai Youwei do then?
The door to this damn house broke as soon as they entered, so it couldn't be locked at all!
…Never mind!
Fu Miaoxue screamed into the dark rain, "Du Lai!!! Run to the old scholar's house! If not, we are breaking up! Breaking up!!!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Start singing!" Bai Youwei urged her.
