Yinghong Saves Fatty

It could charge into other dormitory buildings and slaughter people with such impunity. Any moment now, it could charge into their building and kill them, too.

Wasn't this ghost a little too outrageous? Before this, every ghost had a rule governing its killings. People only died if they triggered that rule. But this ghost was completely different, as if it had mutated. Curly Hair couldn't make heads or tails of it.

Jing's expression was grim, too. Her gaze lingered for a few seconds on the dormitory entrance, smashed to pieces, then she turned to look at Chu Changge.

When they'd first spotted the red-clad ghost, he'd been calm and collected, watching it the whole time. Even when it charged toward them, he hadn't panicked.

His behavior made it seem as if he'd already figured out the ghost's killing rule and had nothing to fear.

Chu Changge was still lying down. From where she stood, all Jing could see was a faintly rising and falling shadow on the bed.

Jing stared at that shadow for a while before finally speaking. "Did you figure something out?"

"Who, me?" Curly Hair had no idea who she was talking to. He pointed at his nose. "But I haven't figured out anything."

Chu Changge said nothing, still lying perfectly straight on the bed.

Following Jing's gaze, Curly Hair realized she'd been talking to Chu Changge.

"What could he figure out? In this little time, all he could've noticed is that the ghost is wearing red. We'd better focus on what to do when it gets here." Curly Hair thought staying alive was the top priority.

If the ghost charged straight into the dormitory looking for people, hiding in the hallway wouldn't help. They needed to come up with something else.

Jing didn't reply to Curly