The beggar turned to look. The other black-hooded figure raised his head, revealing a pale, bluish face. His eyes had no whites, resembling two pitch-black holes as he stared fixedly at the beggar. The corners of his mouth lifted into an eerie smile.
"Run!" Ye Chu grabbed him and pulled him forward.
The beggar ran a few steps with Ye Chu, then suddenly pulled free and rushed back to scoop up the box on the ground.
Ye Chu rolled his eyes, speechless. At a time like this, he was still worried about money!
After running a dozen meters, Ye Chu looked back. The black-clad figures who had been sitting on the path were gone. That patch of ground looked no different from anywhere else, with no sign that anyone had sat there.
It was as though everything that had just happened had been an illusion.
Ye Chu gradually slowed to a stop. The beggar stopped too, leaning against a tree and panting with the box clutched in his arms.
"What was that thing just now?"
The beggar was still catching his breath, gulping down air. "How should I know?"
"You didn't know, and you still ran off with his box? Weren't you afraid he was a ghost? Is money worth more than your life?!" Ye Chu didn't believe in ghosts in real life, but in an Instance like this, he couldn't be so sure.
"So what if he was a ghost?!" Annoyed at being lectured by someone younger, the beggar glared at Ye Chu. "Was I getting in your way? Didn't I tell you to run ahead? Don't tell me you've got your eye on my treasures and want a share!"
Ye Chu knew there was no reasoning with someone like him, so he simply stopped talking and crouched down