"A dead man's face!"
Long Xiwén shrieked, thoroughly startled to see a dead man's face in her blankets.
The blanket was abruptly whipped open by Su Xuan, and his Ruyi Stick smashed down at the same time.
BANG!
But the Ruyi Stick only struck the bedsheets.
A streak of black light slipped off the bed and slithered out through the crack under the door.
Su Xuan gave chase, but the corridor was completely empty.
"Likes to play hide-and-seek? How childish," Su Xuan muttered, scratching his head as he returned to the room. When he looked at Long Xiwén again, she was sitting listlessly on the bed, the hair at her temples soaked with sweat.
"Su Xuan, I finally understand why Director Zhong sent me to handle this..." Long Xiwén murmured.
"Why?" Su Xuan swung the Ruyi Stick in his hand. His reaction had been a hair too slow; otherwise, he definitely would have exterminated that ghost.
