Not knowing how much ti had passed, Chen Moting’s tightly shut eyelids trembled, and the sound of her na being called echoed in her ears.
The voice calling out ca in waves, while a pressing pain was felt at her temples and philtrum.
In the next mont, Chen Moting suddenly awoke, gasping for breath as the scene before her gradually beca clear - she was surrounded by many people.
At this mont, she was being held by Yang Yan in her arms, the surroundings had changed as well; she was no longer in the office she hid in last night, but in a corridor with glass walls on both sides.
"She’s awake, she’s awake!" exclaid Shu Shuang excitedly beside her.
"How do you feel?" Jiang Qingluan asked concernedly, with Yang Xiao standing right behind her.
Chen Moting seed yet to fully co to her senses; with the support of the crowd, she barely stood up, her complexion was poor, her eyes vacant, her expression dazed, and her body swaying heavily, needing soone to hold her to stand steadily.
Faced with their questions, she didn’t know if she was unable to hear or failed to comprehend; in any case, she didn’t react, her mouth moved slightly but no sound ca out.
"Damn, only one survived, and ended up as a fool." Wu Zhuo held his head in frustration, letting out displeased complaints; he could only grumble.
"Shut up, don’t agitate her, let her calm down on her own." Munan seed to understand Chen Moting’s situation at this mont well, lowering his voice considerably.
Seeing Chen Moting repel physical contact, her body still trembling, Jiang Qingluan decisively released her arm and let her calm down by leaning on the wall.
Suddenly, Chen Moting raised her head, stared hard in the direction behind the crowd, eyes widened, as if seeing a terrifying scene, her face changed instantly.
This sudden change imdiately alerted everyone, Yang Xiao reacted fastest, while others turned back to look, Yang Xiao directly dove, then crawled forward on the ground at an incredible speed, swiftly evacuating the dangerous area before others could react.
But the imagined crisis did not occur, there was nothing behind them, and as everyone’s attention was drawn in that instant, Chen Moting suddenly sprang into action, ran a few steps quickly, pushed open a door beside her, rushed inside and turned back to lock the door, all in one swift and precise motion.
When Zhou Mingxiao and Liu Yang caught up, the glass door had already been locked, while Chen Moting leaned against the door, holding it firmly closed, screaming: "Don’t think you can fool ! You are all ghosts, ghosts!!"
After the initial panic, the people present quickly cald down, realizing Chen Moting wasn’t scared foolish; on the contrary, this person was extraordinarily composed, she was faking it, because she regarded this group as the soul-stealing Fierce Ghost.
"Interesting." Chen Nang showed a look of admiration, "A cautious person, no wonder she survived."
This scene also baffled Zhang Jianjun, Zhou Hai, and the others, taking quite a while before reacting, Zhang Jianjun smacked his lips, his face full of disbelief, "This... this is too crafty, I was completely fooled by her."
"Just learn." Munan stepped forward, reached the back of the glass door, tried to reason with Chen Moting, but she was completely terrified, refusing to listen or believe.
Seeing this, several girls took turns trying to reason and appeal, but Chen Moting was adamantly distrustful.
"Pull the curtains open, take a look outside, it’s already bright." Jiang Qingluan explained.
"Not pulling them, it’s all deceit, who knows if there’s a ghost hiding behind the curtains!" Chen Moting replied defiant.
"Hey, are you done playing or what? Let tell you, my good temper has limits, I’ll count to three; if you don’t open the door, I’ll... I’ll get angry!" Munan raised his small palm, pounding on the door threateningly.
"Go ahead and be mad!" ca Chen Moting’s defiantly loud shout from inside.
"Son of a..." Munan rolled up his sleeves, about to show so force, but before he could act, a hand behind him pulled him away.
With a glance urging retreat to Jiang Qingluan blocking the other side of the door, Yang Xiao made his move.
To be accurate, it was a foot move.
Without any words or warning, Yang Xiao quietly approached the door, signaled others to step back, then raised his foot for a standard sidekick.
This kick was forceful and heavy, a crack appeared on the thick frosted glass door, a hinge broke off completely, and Chen Moting, who was leaning against the door, was instantaneously flung away.
Chen Moting, who fell to the ground, was terrified dumb; she never expected these ghosts to be so overbearing, not even bothering to trick anymore, instead kicking the door open with force.
Where was there a way out now?
The first kick opened the door halfway, the second kick directly knocked it open, the heavy glass door fell inward with a "boom," hitting the ground.
Fortunately, the glass was still of good quality, just filled with cracks, not shattered, otherwise, Chen Moting, who was pinned a little behind the door, would have been cut by shards.
Yang Xiao rushed in without saying anything, grabbed Chen Moting who was sitting on the ground, dragged her over to the window, and then tore open the thick, dark curtains.
As the sunlight outside shone in, spreading across Chen Moting’s face, this absurd drama finally ca to an end.
"You guys... are really human?" Chen Moting cried tears of joy, clutching Yang Xiao’s arm and not letting go.
"No, we are ghosts." Yang Xiao replied earnestly.
"Alright, don’t scare her anymore." Jiang Qingluan stepped forward, gently pushed Yang Xiao aside, bent down, and helped Chen Moting up from the ground.
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