"What happened next?" Wu Ling continued.
"A ghost flew out of the sixth floor. It looked strange, dressed like a Westerner from the eighteenth or nineteenth century, wearing one of those old-fashioned dresses, though it seemed to be male. It flew off quickly at first, but after a while it came back and charged at Qiao He." Chen Xiao Qiu paused. "They must have fought, but I didn't get a good look. I only saw a flash of white light. The mirror in Qiao He's hand began to glow, and something came out of it. I couldn't see what it was. When that monster interrupted the light, I saw Qiao He's body. The monster was standing beside her. Most of her body had been cut off. The ghost had also been cut in half and disappeared completely. After killing them, the monster tried to attack me, but fled halfway through. Then, perhaps Ye Qing caught up with it... The monster came back obediently, climbed up to the sixth floor, and disappeared."
The events had taken one twist after another, yet they had all happened in the blink of an eye.
Chen Xiao Qiu recounted everything calmly, with only a trace of heaviness in her voice.
I still remembered the terror in her voice over the phone.
It was easy to imagine how dangerous things had been. Chen Xiao Qiu had faced death head-on. She couldn't handle either the ghost that had come out of the other space or Qiao He. As for the monster that looked like a Behemoth, it was far too powerful. After killing the first two with ease, it would surely have had no trouble killing Chen Xiao Qiu, too. She'd been to the very gates of hell and back.
In a way, we ought to thank