The Insane Chess Master

Ghosts had no humanity, but they could still use the same tricks people did.

It wasn't impossible that it had pretended to leave just to lure her out.

Anzhi Tinglan didn't rush outside. Instead, she watched the direction the ghost had gone through the mirrors. A mirror by the doorway reflected the entire area, and the scene passed from mirror to mirror until it reached her eyes. She could see what was happening without going near the door.

It was pitch-black outside. When the ghost had chased her, Anzhi Tinglan hadn't tried to conceal the light from her flashlight. She needed it to figure out where to run; without it, she would probably have crashed into a wall after just a few steps.

By the time she'd fallen to her knees, her hand had already gone limp. The flashlight had dropped to the floor and rolled a couple of times.

Its beam leaped from mirror to mirror, lighting up the hallway outside.

But it couldn't illuminate much. The ghost quickly left the small patch of light, its terrifying form and the headless corpse it carried melting into the terrifying darkness.

"It really seems to have left." A voice suddenly broke the silence.

Only then did Anzhi Tinglan look toward the speaker.

It was Qi Huo Guizi, the person who had pulled her into this safe area at the last possible moment.

She had seen his figure when she'd looked up from the floor, and recognized him.

But compared with Ghost Valley, the ghost outside was far more dangerous. She had to focus all her attention on it, so she'd temporarily ignored her "savior."

Now that the ghost had left, she could finally spare a moment to study Ghost Valley.

Like the ghost, Ghost Valley wasn't standing right in front of