Although Chen Ge didn't know what was in the hallway, he knew full well that he absolutely couldn't let himself be dragged into that room.
Someone grabbed his arm. Unable to see, Chen Ge could only rely on his instincts and kick hard toward the hallway.
He seemed to have kicked something. Pain shot through his shin, but the pain also brought him to his senses.
"White Tiger! Bite him!"
The only one Chen Ge could trust right now was White Cat. But, to his surprise, the cat on his shoulder didn't move at all. He could feel that the weight around his neck hadn't lessened in the slightest.
He was dragged along as he struggled with the other party near the stairwell for nearly half a minute. Then Chen Ge suddenly heard a man's voice from the hallway.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?! I'm saving you! There's a ghost in the stairwell!"
As the voice rang out, the force pulling Chen Ge's arm grew stronger.
Chen Ge now faced a choice: follow the man's voice into the hallway or keep heading upstairs.
He made his decision in a fraction of a second and shouted toward the hallway, "People are the ones who drove them to their deaths. Why should I be afraid of ghosts? If you really want to save me, let go!"
At this critical moment, Chen Ge was determined to stay on the stairs. He would rather remain with a ghost whose identity he knew than leave with an unfamiliar "person."
The force on his arm gradually weakened. At last, a door slammed shut. The man who had tried to drag Chen Ge into his room seemed to have left.
"In such a hurry. Were you looking for a scapegoat? The last guy who tried