"Hai... Hai Hai..."
The Ghost moved swiftly, its coughing arising near the toppled iron chair in the blink of an eye. Astonishingly, the chair was pierced through—a feat not limited to just the chair as the nearby surgical table also received several stabs.
Yang Xiao used this opportunity to quickly escape from the danger and hid nearby, nervously watching everything unfold. Fortunately, the sick ghost's stabs all missed the mark.
The heavy iron chair couldn't have fallen over by itself; someone must have pushed it. Aside from himself, there was another person in the room.
This person had arrived before him and seemed to be trapped in the room by the sick ghost too. Yang Xiao felt immensely grateful to the stranger for risking their life to save him.
Additionally, from a distance, Yang Xiao suddenly noticed a small notebook resting on the surgical table closest to the chair—a notebook that hadn't been there before, to his recollection.
