Jin Shanshan hesitated briefly, then agreed.
Mo Xiaoling dragged her chair over beside Jin Shanshan's. As she had the last time, she cupped Jin Shanshan's cheeks and pressed her forehead against hers.
In an instant, I received the consciousness transmitted from Jin Shanshan.
Not long after Jin Shanshan left, the atmosphere in the room was still rather subdued.
Having a murderer right beside them naturally made everyone tense and uneasy. Still, this group had some unusual interests. Someone egged the fortune-teller on to read the man's fortune alone, while someone else tugged at Hei-jie, asking her to explain exactly what had happened.
The man's expression stiffened, and he was clearly growing annoyed. The others either couldn't read the room or simply didn't care; they kept egging him on.
The fortune-teller asked, "Want me to read your fortune?"
The man forced a smile. "No need to trouble yourself."
"Are you scared?" another man taunted. "Afraid the truth will come out? Who did you kill, anyway? Come on, tell us what happened. We don't have any proof, and we can't exactly report you."
"Yeah, tell us!"
"Are you really being haunted by that ghost?"
"Did you see the ghost with your own eyes?"
The more they talked, the more excited they got.
The man finally couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, said he was going to the bathroom, and squeezed through the crowd.
Mo Xiaoling merely glanced at him, her gaze lingering more on Hei-jie.
The man hadn't been in the bathroom long before he burst through the door and came running out.
The chattering crowd in the living room fell silent.
Mo Xiaoling turned to look. The man was fleeing in panic, shouting, "Help!" Behind him chased the male ghost I'd once glimpsed. Though it had a human shape, it