Things had finally become urgent.
After slowing down just moments ago, our group picked up the pace again, all at once.
Gu Mo had it especially rough, pedaling his bicycle with his tongue hanging out from exhaustion. He was quite a bit older than the rest of us, and he liked staying cooped up at home. He hadn't put on weight, but his stamina was probably about the same as that fat guy, Liu Liangwang's.
Nangong Yao ran over and gave the bicycle a push.
"Can we get our hands on another one?" the group leader asked, glancing at Liu Liangwang, who was lagging behind.
Nangong Yao shook his head. "There's one in another direction. And it's indoors, so we'd have to drag it out."
The group leader couldn't help feeling disappointed.
Wu Ling drew a talisman on her palm, turned her wrist, and slapped her hand against Gu Mo's back.
Gu Mo cried out but didn't dare move. He glanced back twice, then hurriedly faced forward again and steadied the handlebars.
Wu Ling closed her eyes, her lips moving slightly as if she were silently reciting an incantation.
I didn't know what kind of spell she was casting, so I went over to Nangong Yao and told him the idea I'd just had.
Nangong Yao listened, then said, "We still have to find that ghost. But we should be close. This place is collapsing. That ghost might be injured, or it might have used up too much energy."
Yuan Xiaomei came over too, but she'd only heard the latter half of Nangong Yao's words. "What's collapsing?"
They had no idea what was going on, or what was so strange about this place.
I could understand what Nangong Yao meant only because I'd experienced it myself and Gu Mo had