With Yin Kuang, Tang Rouyu, and the others comforting her, Qian Qianqian, whose spirits had been crushed after being possessed by Ju-On, quickly pulled herself together.
Beidao, who had been watching quietly from the side, asked, "Qian Qianqian, tell us exactly how you feel right now. The more detailed, the better—it will help us understand Ju-On." Beidao spoke in a strictly businesslike tone, seemingly unconcerned with Qian Qianqian's condition. Tang Rouyu frowned and said, "Beidao, let Qianqian rest first. We can discuss the rest later." Not just Tang Rouyu—Yin Kuang and Zeng Fei, who was closer to Qian Qianqian, also frowned.
Beidao gave no response to Tang Rouyu's hostile gaze and tone, merely watching Qian Qianqian quietly.
Qian Qianqian took a deep breath and said, "It's fine. I'm not seriously hurt." The crimson handprints that had been on her cheeks had already disappeared. She continued, "That Ju-On suddenly burst out of the closet. It was incredibly fast. Then it clung tightly to my head and slammed me to the floor. At that time, I felt very, very cold, but my cheeks were burning hot. It also felt like I couldn't control my own body. Then you all came. Right now, I feel... a little cold. My hands and feet are a little stiff, my heart is beating very fast, and I'm a little dizzy... Other than that, there's nothing else."
Beidao listened intently, then said, "Try sensing it now. See if you can detect that Ju-On's location." Qian Qianqian focused and tried to sense it, then shook her head. "I can't sense its exact location, but I'm certain it's watching me..." As she spoke, Qian Qianqian nervously looked around.
Tang Rouyu drew Qian Qianqian into her arms and said, "All right, all right, don't say any more. You need to