"When we came out, there were no wax figures in the lounge," Bai Wenxian said.
Xu Huo gestured for Jie Ling to continue speaking.
"After I entered the Wax Figure Gallery, the door behind me was closed, and someone knocked on it from the outside. The sound seemed to come from the lower part of the door. I was scared of the thing that pushed me in, so I wanted to get out first or meet up with Xu Ruosi and Long Aotian."
"I hadn't gone far when I felt someone following me. When I looked back, it was a middle-aged looking wax figure, exactly like the ghost story Xu Ruosi told!"
"Wait," Bai Wenxian interrupted, "what do you mean exactly like? How do you know it was the same as what Xu Ruosi described?"
"The middle-aged male ghost following a young boy, isn't that the same?" Jie Ling's voice rose slightly.
Bai Wenxian had a look of resignation on his face and simply stopped talking.
