Xie Qiao looked at the shadow ghoul behind Meng Jifang and let out a faint chuckle.
This chuckle caused Meng Jifang to feel a chill run down his spine. It was a strange feeling.
"Do you feel that no matter where you go, it's as if someone is following you? When you land on your feet, he will land on his feet. It's like the sound of falling leaves drifting past. There are faint gray shadows, but even if you suddenly turn your head, there's nothing behind you other than your own shadow?"
Meng Jifang gulped.
Xie Qiao was not done yet.
"You think you're hearing things, right?" She asked faintly.
Meng Jifang nodded. "I think so. Don't tell me there really is a ghoul..."
Of course, even though he said that, he was still afraid. Otherwise, he would not have come to the Fortune Pavilion today.
