In the next second, he suddenly furrowed his brows and took a deep breath with his nose, smelling the burnt odor left behind by something being scorched.
If that wasn't enough, right in front of his eyes, black and grey ashes started to drift through the air.
He suddenly looked up, only to see countless black ashes falling, like snow.
At this moment, Zhou Mingxiao could no longer suppress the fear in his heart and was about to stand up and dash towards the window. Stop lying to yourself; he had already been found. That ghost... is probably already inside!
As for why the door wasn't opened, how the ghost came in wasn't important at this moment.
His judgment was wrong; the ghost was not attracted by the DV machine thrown downstairs and eventually found him.
However, Zhou Mingxiao did not stand up in the end. He maintained the posture of his legs about to rise, eyes wide open, his face completely bloodless, hardly daring to move.
"Crack... crack..."
"Crack... crack..."
