"Why are we hiding here?" Little Drilling Wind asked in a low voice.
At this moment, he and Qian Cangyi were lying on the roof of the kitchen, which, of course, was Qian Cangyi's idea. There was a hole in front of them where tiles were tipped off last night by Zuo Ying's accomplice.
"Of course, it's for our safety." Qian Cangyi turned his head to answer.
"You mean... they're all ghosts?" Little Drilling Wind's face was full of disbelief.
Qian Cangyi tilted his head, thinking whether he should continue explaining his thoughts to Little Drilling Wind. After all, though he did not explicitly lead the latter through this movie, he had been helping him, intentionally or unintentionally, ever since they set foot in it.
Unfortunately, the outcome was not as he had hoped.
