Soon, Hao Laoshi's conjecture was confirmed.
They heard a rustling sound from behind. There was no one else here but them; it had to be the ghost!
The ghost was indeed here!
Hearing the sounds from behind, Ningmeng Busuan ran desperately forward.
Hao Laoshi, who had just claimed he had no strength left to run, was now leading the pack as if he'd had a shot of adrenaline.
"The photo! Look at our second photo!" Wenqin Tan Jiu shouted at Ningmeng Busuan.
Ningmeng Busuan glanced at the photo in her hand while running. Their second photo only vaguely showed their surroundings, but she could faintly discern a blurred figure in their current location—the image of the ghost. The figure seemed to be reaching out, as if to grab someone in front of it.
Ningmeng Busuan's pupils contracted. Who is it trying to grab?
The sounds from behind them provided the answer.
