Blink

Jiang Cheng looked at the wreckage of the sculptures outside the window and sighed. He turned his head to look at Huai Yi, who looked utterly confused. Huai Yi asked, "Brother Jiang, why are you looking at me?"

"You're a real freak," Jiang Cheng said with a melancholic tone. "Such an understanding ghost, and you drove it to death."

Huai Yi: "???"

"No more doing that next time," Jiang Cheng shook his head and turned to leave.

After all, Huai Yi could understand that people from Deep Red had rather abnormal thought processes. A moment later, he caught up and asked, "What do we do now?"

They had been staking out for so long, and the number of sculpture ghosts was decreasing. Continuing further seemed pointless.

"We'll go find Fatty and the others," Jiang Cheng said as he walked. "Ask them how many they've dealt with, and then we can add it up to see how many sculpture ghosts are left."

Shen Mengyun stood where Jiang Cheng had been, wearing a work uniform. She mimicked Jiang Cheng's actions, directing waves of sculpture ghosts to climb the stairs back and forth.

Initially, there were only a dozen or so sculpture ghosts in a sparse line. Then, the number dwindled to ten, then four or five.

Finally, even now, she had waited for a long time and hadn't seen a single one pass by.

The corridor was silent.

"It seems Mister Jiang and the others have dealt with them all," Shen Mengyun thought to herself. Her mind involuntarily drifted back to Jiang Cheng's face.

But as she thought, she suddenly felt a pang of unease.

She couldn't quite describe it, like a needle suddenly piercing her heart.

Her first reaction was that something was targeting her.

She had encountered this feeling before,