Hearing that familiar cough, Yang Xiao was stunned. Wasn't that the sick ghost? How... how did it get brought along?!
This ghost had been personally locked up by Qu Muzhi. Could it be that something troublesome had happened on the way, allowing the sick ghost to escape?
Yang Xiao couldn't comprehend it, but the facts were right before his eyes. He had to admit that it was now more dangerous than before since the sick ghost could trace sounds.
He didn't dare to move until—
"Hai... Hai Hai..."
Another bout of coughing arose, sounding like a muted noise that only a dying person could produce. The coughing moved away from the entrance toward the deeper parts of the corridor.
As expected, the sick ghost sensed the presence of another ghost in the morgue and decided to leave. Now there was one ghost and two living people here.
