Lu Mi quickly concluded that he must have been dragged into a separate space.
An oppressive feeling bore down on him, and the boy in front of him asked again, "Can you see me?" This time, it spoke much faster.
It seemed he had to choose between the two answers as quickly as possible.
Lu Mi took a few steps back, trying to gather wind in his hand as he calmly answered, "I can."
"So you can see me."
The ghost managed a smile on its disfigured face.
Then it slowly turned around and headed up the stairs.
It seemed "I can see you" was the correct answer.
Lu Mi hesitated, but followed it anyway.
The frail figure ahead of him swayed as it walked, holding its head in place with one hand, as though its head would fall off otherwise.
There were no burn marks on its school uniform. What had killed it probably wasn't a fire, but the fatal wound on its neck.
When they reached the fourth floor, the boy suddenly stopped.
Lu Mi's heart tightened. Then he watched it turn into a classroom whose door hadn't been closed-the very Class Four classroom where the players had attended lessons during the day.
He took a few steps closer. The ghost sat down in a corner seat-the same seat Lu Mi had occupied during class.
"Lu Mi? Lu Mi!"
The shouts brought Lu Mi back to his senses. The scene before him gave way to Roman's face.
Lu Mi immediately glanced at the floor beneath Roman and Cheng Cheng. Only after confirming that their shadows had returned did he ask, "You got dragged in too, right?"
"Yes," Roman said. "It asked whether I could see it. I told the truth, and I got out. It didn't look very