"Are they here yet?" Gu Mian murmured. He was currently in a warehouse on the second floor of the department store, peering out of a window that overlooked the alleyway.
The pitch-black alley was deserted, with no sign of anyone. It was nearly midnight. Chu Changge and his group had left at 9:30, over two hours ago now.
Nearby, Xiao Qiao was dutifully crouched by the window, intently watching the street below. "Nothing yet."
Liu Ruyan, on the other hand, was languidly leaning against the shelves behind them.
Gu Mian recalled that she always had this listless demeanor. He had never seen Liu Ruyan actually panic and shriek while being chased by a ghost; he rather looked forward to witnessing such a scene one day.
Meanwhile, Mingyue was frantically trying to grip the Fortune-teller in front of her.
