The man stood still, his cold eyes fixated on her without a word, the distinct features of his face momentarily flashing through Lai Bao's mind, overlapping with the vague outline in front of her. "You... you're Mu Qian, right?"
The figure moved and slowly, calmly walked towards her, step by step.
As the man approached, Lai Bao desperately twisted the doorknob, engaging in futile struggles, unable to stop what was happening. In no time, the man was right in front of her, exuding a chilling aura.
This man was indeed Mu Qian, the last person Lai Bao wanted to see.
"You... what are you, human or ghost?"
Lai Bao did not feel relieved but started to stutter instead. Heaven was unresponsive, and Earth provided no solace. Panic swelled inside her like the Devil's hysterical screams, her body trembling uncontrollably, her back pressed firmly against the door, with nowhere to run or hide.
