But none of that was the most important thing. What mattered now was that a ghost had set its sights on him. How was he supposed to survive?
"Stay calm. Calm down..."
Miao Qing wasn't a rookie anymore. He knew that the more panicked you were, the faster you died. Since the ghost hadn't killed him right away, there was still a chance. All he had to do now was find a way to survive.
He gradually calmed down and began rapidly analyzing the situation. A moment later, he made a decision that even he found unbelievable.
He edged over to the bed, took out his phone, and quickly snapped a picture under it. Then he immediately retreated to the middle of the bed and stared nervously at the screen. To his surprise, there was nothing under the bed.
The ghost had disappeared...
That discovery frightened him even more than a picture of the ghost would have.
He immediately turned on his phone's flashlight and began sweeping it around the room. But when it rained, it poured: the flashlight started flickering for no reason, as if there were a loose connection.
Then it suddenly went out.
The candles and lights had all gone out after the ghost came in. Now his phone's flashlight had failed too. This couldn't be a coincidence. Miao Qing suspected it might have something to do with how the ghost killed.
"Could it be... that as long as there's light, the ghost can't kill?" The thought flashed through Miao Qing's mind, and he immediately sprang into action.
He couldn't rely on his phone, and he didn't dare leave the bed to turn on the lights. His only hope was the candle in his hand. He struck a match and moved to light it, but before the