"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Han Yun clicked his tongue, gloating and looking rather pleased with himself.
I really couldn't be bothered with him. Once I'd suppressed the pain, I started sorting through my memories.
After going through the memories that had been hidden away, I felt complicated.
Nan Tian probably felt even more complicated.
He lowered his head without saying a word, as though a shadow had fallen over him.
The skinny guy seemed all right. He lay sprawled on the floor, arms and legs spread wide, panting heavily with a vacant look in his eyes.
I looked up at the ceiling.
The female ghost's sinister aura still lingered in the room, but her true form had disappeared completely. I had no idea where in Minqing she'd escaped to.
"Are you all right?" Chen Xiao Qiu's voice came to my ears.
I turned to look at her standing in the room. She was still holding a torn-open express envelope.
I shook my head. "I'm fine..."
Before I could finish, I caught sight of the shared bike, so out of place in the room.
The shared-bike spirit watched me warily. It probably didn't have a human body, so it couldn't sweat. Maybe it couldn't even tremble.
The demon had killed it many times, but since he couldn't find its true form, he'd never been able to get rid of it for good.
Now its true form was right in front of us.
It would have a hard time escaping. It was a whole bicycle, after all. Where could it possibly go?
If we destroyed this bike, it would be difficult for the shared-bike spirit to appear again. This wasn't the early days, when shared bikes had first appeared and suddenly become popular. They were now far too commonplace, and as everyday tools,