Fear as Food

It was a trap, Zhao Ruru told herself at once.

The voice of Ghost Wine she had heard had also come from behind her, not from Zhao Yijiu, who was sitting across from her.

Song Xue, Yu Xing, Ghost Wine—three different voices. The ghosts were attacking her state of mind in succession, trying to make her crack!

Zhao Ruru clutched a copper coin in her hand. Its rough surface dug into her palm, helping her come to her senses.

Indeed, if she was dreaming, not only her hearing but her sight could deceive her. She would be utterly unable to tell what was speaking to her. The frightening part was that she couldn't prove she hadn't fallen asleep.

People who were asleep didn't know they were asleep; people who weren't asleep couldn't be sure they really weren't.

Zhao Ruru knew that if she got caught in this line of thought, it would be difficult to escape it with a clear head.

"..." This ghost understood the human mindset so well. Impressive. Very impressive.

She silently turned around.

There was nothing behind her. Both voices that had shaken her had come from behind, and that was a flaw.

If she were really dreaming, wouldn't it have been a sure kill for the ghost to make Ghost Wine, sitting at the table, say those things? Instead, the ghost's voice could only prattle at her from behind, which actually supported the idea that the two people at the table were real.

In any case, she was fairly sure she hadn't shut her eyes in the space of a mere thirty minutes.

Otherwise, how could she have survived this long? She would have died in some deduction long ago.

She definitely hadn't fallen asleep!

Zhao Ruru's restless glances and inexplicable chatter revealed that she