A deathly silence filled the room, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.
He Zihan and Chen Huan were pale, their bodies trembling.
Before this, they would never have believed that ghosts existed, but the apparition floating in front of them had completely overturned their understanding of the world.
"Mr. Chen, is... is that the grudge spirit inhabiting Hanhan?" Chen Huan asked shakily, struggling to suppress her fear.
"Yes. It was behind the lift platform's collapse tonight." Jun Wangchen nodded, then looked down at He Zihan, who was trembling incessantly in his arms, and said with a faint smile, "Be brave, Miss He. You're safe with me here."
With that, he tried to ease He Zihan away from him.
To his surprise, He Zihan refused to leave his embrace. Instead, she clutched the hem of his clothes, as though that was the only way she could feel even a little safe.
Chen Huan looked at the shivering He Zihan, then at the apparition floating in midair, baring a row of bloody teeth and flailing its claws. Terrified, she asked, "Mr. Chen, why is this grudge spirit haunting Hanhan?"
Those with a clear conscience had no reason to fear a ghost knocking at their door. Chen Huan had watched He Zihan's career develop over the past few years. She could honestly say that He Zihan had never done anything to hurt others or herself. More often than not, she would rather suffer herself than let someone else get hurt.
How could such a kindhearted young woman be haunted by a grudge spirit?
Jun Wangchen considered this for a moment before saying, "Generally speaking, ghosts don't remain in the human world for very long—one minute at most. During that time, they're extremely weak and can't harm humans at all, much less target someone who