Zhao Xuejun had come from that direction, and he knew very well that there was absolutely nothing placed at that position!
The next second, he saw a horrifying scene; the dark shadow moved slightly, crept along the wall, and shuffled forward one step.
"Scritch—"
A chill rose from the ground, striking Zhao Xuejun like lightning, carrying through his entire body from feet to head, causing him to shiver fiercely.
He saw it clearly, a blurry humanoid figure; that Ghost was leaning against the wall, slowly edging towards him.
At the same time, he caught a smell of blood.
"Scritch—"
"Scritch—"
The Ghost's movement was getting faster, while on the other hand, Zhao Xuejun and Zhang Xiaomin's situation was increasingly dire; the utility room was cramped, leaving them little space to dodge; at this rate, getting caught was only a matter of time.
