But no matter what, Qu Muzhi had managed to escape trouble. Yang Xiao loosened his breath slightly, but before he could move forward, he suddenly froze. From behind him came the sound of friction, a sound he was all too familiar with—the elevator doors had opened.
"Thud."
"Thud."
A pair of heavy boots stepped out of the elevator.
It was the Frog Ghost!
It had taken the elevator down again!
Holding his breath, Yang Xiao dared not make a move. With his back to the elevator, he was at most 6 or 7 meters away from the Frog Ghost. At this distance, he had no chance of escaping.
His heart pounded fiercely. He was gambling, gambling that the Frog Ghost hadn't noticed him yet.
As he had predicted, the Frog Ghost did not charge toward him. As the seconds ticked by, the heavy boots started moving again, coming toward him.
