"Following... following me?!"
Mr. Reporter's face had already gone pale with fright, his body shrinking back continuously, trying to press tightly against the wall behind him.
"Yes, when you were walking over from there just now, they probably followed you all the way,"
Xu Xiangyang replied seriously.
So, as they moved along the corridor, in fact, the female ghost quietly followed behind the two of them.
The curly-haired man's lips quivered slightly, incapable of speech, his expression one that might faint at any moment. Xu Xiangyang was considering whether he should pinch his philtrum and attempt a rescue soon.
"So, why did you show up at my room's door?"
He asked again.
"I... I ran into them on the first floor, realized they were the White-Clothed Female Ghosts we'd encountered halfway on the bus, so I thought to notify everyone, and I ran up in one go..." the other party answered stutteringly, "I had meant to find someone to help out, to hide inside a room."
