Nalan Shuo seemed to realize something as his pupils abruptly contracted, and the Drowned Ghost that had been standing before him seemed to find a new target. It moved with stiff steps, slowly making its way towards the space behind Nalan Shuo, as the "pitter-patter" of its footsteps echoed in the silent courtyard.
A few seconds later, Nalan Shuo turned his head, and the scene he least wanted to see still unfolded— the door to their room opened.
Yang Xiao, his mouth full of fragrance, stood behind the door, with the hazy moonlight casting its glow on his face, giving the impression that light pulsed within his eyes.
For a moment, Nalan Shuo felt a sense of despair. Yang Xiao's actions were equivalent to courting death. Brave, but unwise, as the ghost headed straight for him. Nalan Shuo knew full well the courage required to confront a ghost, yet Yang Xiao stood as solid as rock.
