"I didn't realize it was in the room until after I lay down on the bed; I was too scared to get out of bed and had no way to contact anyone else."
Zhu Qingyue had an expression of lingering fear.
"I thought I was really going to be killed, or at best, kidnapped. But in the end, that thing just stayed under my bed all night, and didn't leave until dawn. It kept me from sleeping well..."
"Wait, wait, wait, just hold on a second!"
Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but press his throbbing forehead and raised his hand to stop her from continuing.
The amount of information contained in her words was simply too much.
He had suspected before that the target of the Possessor's attack on the campus was Zhu Qingyue. The Ghost House Elder's second appearance had caused him to push this guess aside; but based on what Zhu Qingyue was saying about what happened, was the Possessor really initially aiming for the class president?
