A Match for a Tabby Cat
A blade swung out, but it clearly snagged halfway through. Bai Wenxian's expression relaxed as he tossed a small parachute pack with his other hand. "Found you!"
The parachute pack burst open toward the spot where the blade had snagged, but the next second, it split apart on its own. Halfway in a hallucination, Bai Wenxian couldn't see what had destroyed the item, but that didn't matter. He only needed to confirm Xu Huo's position.
"You, My Deskmate!" he shouted toward the spot directly ahead. But the knife in his hand slowly crumbled into powder, and his Ability didn't work. He couldn't sense anyone approaching!
"Crack!" Something broke beneath his feet. Bai Wenxian looked down and saw that, somehow, he was standing on a white staircase. The stairs crumbled, and he kept falling!
A person could be killed by mental attacks. If he fell all the way down in this hallucination, he might really die. Bai Wenxian immediately threw out an iron cable with a small hook and caught himself on a beam in the Wax Figure Museum. But barely a second after he steadied himself, the cable rapidly crumbled into powder, and he started falling again!
"Can't we talk this out? Don't you want to get out?" he shouted. "I know how to leave the Wax Figure Museum!"
The next second, he stopped falling, though he was still surrounded by darkness. A door approached from the distance, and when it opened, Xu Huo stepped out. "You'd better tell the truth."
Bai Wenxian caught his breath and looked him over. "You're not really standing in front of me right now, are you?"
Xu Huo raised an eyebrow. "You get one more chance."
Bai Wenxian's expression darkened slightly. "It's just like you said. The ghost