Zhang Xiaomo looked in the direction of the Red Coffin and saw that there didn't seem to be any danger. She then said apologetically in a soft voice, "When I was in elementary school, my uncle loved to play tricks on me. He would often unexpectedly stand behind me and pat my shoulder. Every time, it was without me noticing, and a few times, I was scared to tears by him. It got to the point where later, I would often worry there was something behind me until it stopped feeling that way after high school."
As Zhang Xiaomo spoke, Yan Junze's heart started skipping wildly, thumping like a drum.
He swallowed hard and said, "Listen to me now. There might be something that will pat our shoulders from behind in a moment. You need to be prepared, don't get nervous, don't look back, and definitely don't turn around and strike with your knife."
Zhang Xiaomo was visibly frightened by these words.
