Bai Xue stood by the window and narrowed her eyes. "I can feel that everything here is normal, but it's far too normal."
"If it's just an ordinary Fierce Ghost, I wouldn't take it seriously. I'm only afraid that it might be..." I hesitated, my eyes filled with helplessness.
Liu Ling'er knew what I meant. Just one Twelve Palaces Killer had already left us in such a sorry state. If there was another one, it would be terrifying.
After all, an existence that could never be killed, no matter what we did, was beyond everyone's expectations.
"It won't happen. A monster like the Twelve Palaces Killer is extremely rare, after all," Liu Ling'er said.
"I'd rather there not be even one of them. I still haven't figured out his pattern. He's practically an immortal monster." I spoke helplessly.
"Kill him a few more times. Let's see if he still dares," Liu Ling'er said fiercely.
I smiled and pulled her into my arms, gazing toward the distant window. "We should go to sleep."
Bai Xue's pretty face flushed slightly as she secretly drew the curtains shut. Then she walked over.
On the other side, Teacher Ma and the others naturally weren't sleeping. They were playing cards.
"Damn it, we've been abroad for so long, and I still haven't found a single blonde foreign girl. It's disgusting," Wuxin cursed.
"Yeah, there are barely any living people here. Do foreigners die that quickly?" Chu Zhaixing said.
"Who knows how they deal with ghosts? Do they hold up crosses, sprinkle holy water around, and chant prayers?" A Fei said.
"That's a priest. Priests can't catch ghosts," Teacher Ma cursed.
The few of them played cards and cursed nonstop, but none of them could do anything about it.
After playing for a while, they naturally