Zhang Jing and I walked toward the direction Xu Qiuyan's voice had come from.
Zhang Jing kept trying to hear that voice, but eventually, she gave up.
She simply could not hear it.
Even stranger, no matter how we walked, the voice always remained somewhere not far ahead of us.
Zhang Jing grabbed my hand. "Stop. We can't keep going."
I stopped, then pulled my hand free.
Zhang Jing's face reddened slightly. "I think that voice is deliberately trying to lure you over there. I suspect it's a trap."
I knew it might be a trap too. If Xu Qiuyan really had been calling for help, we should have seen her long ago after walking this far. Yet all we did was hear her voice without ever seeing her.
Even an idiot would have known something was wrong.
So I decided to listen to Zhang Jing and stop for now.
I lit a cigarette. I had noticed that my smoking addiction had grown worse in this damned place.
Maybe it was because this place was too strange. There were too many things I could not figure out, and whenever I felt frustrated, I wanted a cigarette even more.
"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, come quickly."
Xu Qiuyan's voice did not stop. But no matter what I asked her or said to her, she never said anything besides telling me to hurry over.
It felt like those ghosts in movies. That voice seemed to be trying to hook my soul and drag it away.
Zhang Jing asked, "Can you still hear it?"
I nodded. The voice had never stopped, one cry after another, making me increasingly irritated.
"What if we just stay here and refuse to go any farther? Do you think she'll come out on her own?" Zhang Jing said.
I froze for