"Quick, don't let it find you. Strangers aren't allowed here."
The portable electric lamp in the girl's hand was very old, nothing that should have existed in this era.
The dim yellow light swayed with her running, flickering through the darkness.
Beneath the girl's scarlet dress was a slender, delicate ankle. Ji Li caught sight of the edge of a black leather shoe, with a small ring of white lace sock showing above it.
Ji Li's attention temporarily shifted away from Luo Xian to the environment they were currently in.
He saw a narrow passage, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side. In their panicked flight, their shoulders occasionally slammed into the hard walls.
Dust rose from the ground as everyone ran without direction, throwing the place into chaos.
Then, the Red Skirt Girl appeared, bringing a faint light that illuminated the space.
She had driven away the sound of chopping meat and made "Luo Xian" disappear, but she had also brought new questions.
Why was the Red Skirt Girl running, and who was the "it" she spoke of?
"Why are we running?"
The question came from Cheng Ming. Though he had lowered his voice, it was still loud enough in this silent space.
Ji Li frowned. He did not stop him, only turned to glance behind them.
Their current formation:
The Red Skirt Girl led the way at the front. Ji Li and Luo Xian were in the second row, while Xiao Qian Duyue and Cheng Ming brought up the rear.
Ji Li did not know whether the four people beside him were still themselves, but after some simple observation, he found that aside from Luo Xian seeming somewhat stiff, the others appeared normal.
The matter of "Luo Xian," whose throat he had suddenly slit,