The woman looked at him, opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.
Fan Xinglan's pupils slightly contracted. At that moment, he suddenly reacted, and somehow, energy surged within him. He pulled up his limp legs and dashed towards the kitchen at full speed.
He even fell in the living room, but he didn't care. He got up and scrambled upstairs.
Using all the speed he could muster from his entire life, he rushed to the third floor and banged desperately on Fu Lifei's door, shouting:
"Old Fu!! Fu Lifei! Open the door, help me!! Fu Lifei!!"
Fu Lifei, who had just managed to fall asleep, was awakened by the shouting. He opened the door and said impatiently, "What are you doing? Screaming for ghosts in the middle of the night?"
Fan Xinglan was so frightened that his face turned pale, and even his voice was trembling:
"There's a female ghost, damn it, the same one I saw before! It's in Brother Yan's house, just downstairs!!"
"Female ghost? What female ghost?"
