"How did you get over here?"
The first to speak was the class president.
"Don't you want to talk with Xing Jie more? It's been such a long time since you've seen each other."
"...I just thought of something."
Xu Xiangyang answered honestly.
"I realized that Song Yao might not necessarily be a medium. After all, we've only seen the Ghost House Elder's individual actions, and the logic exhibited by the Evil Spirit-transformed Song Deshou might indicate that it was spontaneously protecting its grandson."
The class president sighed and muttered softly:
"Xiangyang, if you could just be a little more dumb, that would be great."
Xu Xiangyang just shrugged his shoulders, not responding.
"So, what do you want to do now?"
The girl who spoke softly and up-close, her lips slightly upturned, her clear pupils covered by a veil of dimness in the murky view, indiscernible.
"Don't talk with that expression; I find it... a bit scary."
Xu Xiangyang coughed, frankly expressing his fear.
