The terrifying female ghost loomed behind the Fortune-teller.
The Fortune-teller glanced at the ghost, then turned her head nervously to stare at the referee in front of her, wondering when this man with a whistle in his mouth would finally disappear.
Mingyue had already run off quickly, and by this point, the Fortune-teller could no longer see her figure.
Dangerous times are always excruciatingly long.
Her eyes were glued to the referee in front of her. She wasn't sure when it would be safe for her to continue running. Gu Mian's syrup only held off the ghost for half a minute, and she could even hear an invisible clock ticking away inside her, constantly reminding her that time was passing.
Luckily, the referee didn't linger for too long. A few seconds after Mingyue's figure disappeared, the Fortune-teller saw the man in the black T-shirt in front of her begin to turn transparent. Then, she realized she could move forward again.
