Her ear pressed against the ground, so she could clearly hear the muffled sound of sneakers stepping on the stairs, like the squishing of instant noodles, a muted noise.
But for Fu Han at this moment, that sound was like the ghostly herald of death. She desperately tried to control her trembling body, striving to appear calm. She used her hands and feet to try to crawl up, but after tumbling down the stairs twice, her legs ached unbearably, immobile. She could only drag herself desperately toward the direction of the safety door with her hands.
"Ha ha, still trying to run? Go on, run then!" Night Owl's call came from behind Fu Han, more terrifying than any midnight horror.
Fu Han had no time nor dared to look back; she just kept crawling and said, "We have no grudge against each other, why are you doing this to me?"
