Fatty's Role-Playing Record

Anzhi Tinglan didn't hesitate. She immediately bent down and rolled forward.

If she instinctively turned around at a time like this, she'd definitely come face-to-face with a ghost. She'd also miss the best chance to escape, and the next second, the ghost behind her might snap her neck.

But the way ahead was a dead end. Even if Anzhi Tinglan had a cloud that could carry her ten thousand miles in a single somersault, she couldn't roll that far. She threw herself forward as hard as she could, and soon felt her head hit the end.

She had already turned off her flashlight. She knew she was trapped in a dead end with nowhere to run, and there was no point keeping the flashlight on when there was nowhere for it to light the way. She might as well hope the ghost here had night blindness and wouldn't be able to find her without the light.

She guessed that whatever had breathed down the back of her neck was the same kind of thing that had made those rustling noises in the tunnels. Back in the sewer, the things in the holes had been drawn to the light from her flashlight. That was why she was betting that if she turned it off now, the thing breathing down her neck wouldn't be able to see her.

Anzhi Tinglan had resorted to this only because she was truly out of options. To her surprise, the ghost really did seem to have night blindness. After she rolled forward and switched off the flashlight, it made no further sound.

She tried to press her ear against the wall behind her, so she could better sense vibrations from the ground. If the ghost moved, she'd hear it clearly—unless it floated.

With her ear against