With the narrow end in front and the wide end behind, the group wore women's masks that completely concealed their faces. Under Laifu and the others' watchful eyes, they passed through the gate and stepped onto the empty street. Then they followed it, gradually disappearing into the night.
But just as Laifu was about to go back and look after the Second Young Master, someone beside him suddenly grabbed him. The grip was so strong that he nearly cried out. "Are you crazy?" Laifu snapped.
The person ignored him completely, trembling fingers pointing in the direction the coffin bearers had gone. Their teeth were chattering, too. Laifu followed their gaze, and the next instant, his pupils contracted sharply.
Through the thin veil of night, he saw several blurry figures following behind the procession. They definitely hadn't been there a moment ago.
Even stranger were their clothes and movements. Their knees didn't bend; they walked with stiff legs, one step at a time, following about five meters behind the coffin.
Who would be out on the street in the middle of the night, silently trailing a group of coffin bearers?
No, those weren't people!
They were ghosts—wandering spirits drawn by the half-cooked rice on the coffin!
"Oh... no."
"D-do you hear something?"
Lin Qianqian's voice trembled. One thing after another had completely shattered her confidence. She had no other thoughts now; she only wanted to cling to Luo Tianhe and survive.
Yao Shunyu pretended to be surprised. "What sound? I don't hear anything."
Lin Qianqian panicked. "There's... there's footsteps. One person—no, no, it sounds like several. I can't tell how many. Anyway... they're right behind us."
"I don't hear any footsteps either. It seems Miss Lin's the only one who can," Jiang Cheng said, no longer teasing. He made it