The priest rushed out of the bedroom without looking back, stumbling as he crossed the messy living room, yanking open the security door and fleeing in panic.
"Father, you can't leave!"
Old Li's desperate shout came from behind.
The priest paid him no mind, acting as if he hadn't heard.
He quickly dashed into the hallway, wiping his face full of black water with his sleeve, bolting down the stairs three steps at a time.
Today's encounter was truly terrifying. He intended to take a side job to make some extra money, but who would have thought he'd really run into a life-threatening Evil Ghost!
Thankfully, he ran fast enough. Not earning money was a small matter—saving his life was the most important!
His mind was in disarray, filled with the image of Li Jiajia's grin stretched to her ears.
As he reached the corner platform between the third and second floors, he suddenly tripped, losing control and falling forward.
"Ouch!"
