The spinning dart of destiny struck him between the eyes, and Gao Ming's expression turned odd. He had heard a similar sound in reality before; that bedroom was the very place where he had tied up his father and mothers.
A strange noise emitted, and the expressions of Gao Ming's father and mother also became peculiar. The old couple pretended to be calm as they ate, but under the table, Gao Ming's mother gave his father a kick, signaling him to say something.
All three simultaneously showed subtle changes in their expressions because of a sound as if they had arranged it beforehand.
It's not a home without family; the ghost girl quietly put down the piece of meat she had just picked up. Now, she seemed the most normal one among them.
"May I go take a look in the bedroom?" Gao Ming didn't act immediately, instead, he politely sought the opinions of his father and mother.
