They subconsciously thought they could move because it was morning, and that Jiang Lu beside them, motionless, was being enchanted by this ghost.
Who knew Jiang Lu would bend over with a wronged expression on his face, "Why the heck do you start touching and shoving right off the bat?"
"At a time like this, you're still saying that?" The Performer was almost frantic. How could he care about these things at a moment of life and death?
Sickle, anxious to save people, didn't even bother with Jiang Lu's complaints, but asked nervously, "Are you alright?"
"Not really..." Jiang Lu's face was full of discomfort.
"You can't move?" The Performer who had been fooled once immediately asked.
"Yeah..." Jiang Lu weakly replied.
Sickle's face flashed with a trace of despair, "We can all move now, but why can't you..."
"Hey, wait..." He suddenly realized something, "You can talk, can't you? How can you not move?"
"Right." The Performer suspiciously looked at Jiang Lu.
