"How... how could this happen?" Ye Qiutang couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't accept dying a slow death, like being cut apart with a dull knife.
"Come on, let's go to the Scripture Library. We'll fight him, dead or alive!" Ye Qiutang's eyes were bloodshot as she turned and rushed toward the Scripture Library.
"Don't move!" Jiang Cheng hurried over and grabbed her, pulling her back. "Look at the footprints behind you!"
"The thing behind you is coming closer, too. That proves it wasn't just my actions that provoked those ghosts. It's the same for you!"
"Get back!"
When they returned to the area near the Hall of Merit, the ghostly footprints stopped, just as expected. Not only Ye Qiutang's, but the footprints behind Jiang Cheng had also stopped moving.
But they had only stopped. The few steps they'd taken earlier had brought the two pairs closer together. Jiang Cheng estimated that when he first noticed the ghostly footprints, they'd been about five or six meters away. Now they'd advanced at least two meters.
The danger posed by that distance was real. Until they dealt with the ghostly footprints, they couldn't leave the Hall of Merit; otherwise, they'd be caught and killed before long.
Most importantly, there wasn't enough time for them to reach the Scripture Library.
There was no use panicking. What mattered was solving the problem. The fat man was beside himself with worry. He could tell Jiang Cheng was in extreme danger, but he couldn't help at all. He couldn't even understand what was happening.
If he hadn't known Jiang Cheng so well, he might have suspected that Jiang Cheng and Ye Qiutang were putting on a show for him, like the emperor's new clothes.
The situation was growing more and more dire. Jiang Cheng stared at