Ning Zhe's shadow was cast onto the wall by the flashlight, its curves pronounced and its figure charmingly alluring.
Bishuiwan Manor required even its security guards to have bachelor's degrees, so naturally it had standards for the appearance of its attendants as well. Both Liu Yunzhi and Xie Ya'an were well above average in looks and figure; with a little makeup and a beauty filter, they could have started livestreaming to hook rich men.
In the corridor, the electrician's corpse, which had been sprawled on the ground, rose stiffly to its feet. Its hands and feet were not used at all throughout the process. Like a city gate pulled up by ropes, it lifted upright through the air, straight as a javelin.
The ghost silently turned its head. Its lifeless gaze swept over Ning Zhe's shadow, then lingered for several seconds on the flashlight in Feng Yushu's hand.
Just as Ning Zhe had observed before, when it got too close to a light source, the ghost's movements became cautious and slow. It feared light—but why did it fear light?
That was what Ning Zhe wanted to find out.
A ghost was, after all, merely a ghost, not Taiyi with a human identity and memories. After idling for a moment, it still began to act according to its rules. Its body, straight as a spear, leaped high into the air before crashing down heavily. Its nail-studded shoes struck the floor with a crisp thud.
Thud—
Ning Zhe was not far from the corpse, only a few steps away. With this leap, the ghost crossed more than half that distance, leaving less than a meter between itself and Ning Zhe.
At such close range, both Ning Zhe and Feng Yushu could see the focused expression on the electrician's face, as though he