Gu Shengyin used some clean water to wipe her wound.
Without disinfectant or clean cotton balls, she could only hope that these millennia-old rosewood furniture didn't harbor any stubborn bacteria.
She felt someone jostle her from behind, and couldn't help but say aloud, "Qing Ge, stop shaking me."
A puzzled voice from Qing Ge responded, "I didn't shake you..."
Gu Shengyin felt her heart tighten.
Then, it wasn't just her; everyone noticed the shaking.
It wasn't someone shaking—it was the ground shaking.
"What's going on? Is it... an earthquake?" the white-collar man, Li Qiang, said.
Gu Shengyin: "..."
Even using her toes to think, she knew an earthquake was impossible.
The ground shook fiercely, and the few of them could only hold hands tightly, huddling together to avoid getting lost.
In a place they couldn't see, on the first floor.
The Vengeful Ghosts that had terrified the six of them to death were now trembling in a corner.
