The Cursed Girl's gaze moved away from Chen Ge's face and swept over the back of his hand.
When the human and ghost had approached each other just now, the wound on the back of Chen Ge's hand—the one that had never healed—had started bleeding again, as if something had triggered it.
"Did you leave this wound on the back of my hand?" Chen Ge raised his arm, but the Cursed Girl only nodded.
A few minutes later, the Third Ward returned to normal, and all the black threads vanished.
Old Zhou and Tang Jun climbed to their feet. After making sure everyone was all right, Men Nan also woke from his unconsciousness.
"We underestimated the Cursed Girl's strength. She must be the strongest ghost in this city." Men Nan drew a quiet breath. "There's no shame in losing to her, but we'll have to think carefully before asking her for help."
"We've already met the three most terrifying Vengeful Spirits in this city. The tenants of Ping An Apartment can handle the rest. Chen Ge, just stay in the Haunted House and don't get involved with us again." Zuo Han was clearheaded and quick-thinking. "Once we're fully prepared, we'll come find you at the Haunted House."
After finishing, Zuo Han realized that Chen Ge still hadn't answered. He gently patted Chen Ge's shoulder. "Don't take what the Cursed Girl said to heart. If a person has no heart, are they still a whole person?"
"Actually, she has a point."
"Don't overthink it. You're the key to all of us getting out..." Zuo Han stopped midsentence when he saw Chen Ge's bloodshot eyes.
To be honest, Zuo Han understood Chen Ge better than anyone else did.
He, too, had considered trading his life to Single Eye. Only when someone was