Zhang Wei pointed at the tightly shut door opposite them, stammering:
"Sh-she, that Shen Yiwen, didn't she turn into a sculpture? It's not like players have never become vengeful spirits and cried at night..."
Cheng Cheng handed the keys to Lu Mi. Relying on his memory, Lu Mi picked out the right one, walked straight over, and opened the door.
The fog was even thicker inside the room. Despite all the clothes they had bundled themselves in, the chill still seeped into their flesh and bones.
As they approached, the woman's sobs grew clearer.
Cheng Cheng held a talisman between two fingers and blew into the Little Bee microphone he had somehow put on:
"I just came out of the classroom across the hall. On this entire floor, our class is the loudest."
Not only Lu Mi and Zhang Wei fell silent; the woman's sobs stopped too.
A voice came from the incredibly dense fog: "Professor, please don't delay my graduation."
The fog thinned a little, and they finally saw a woman standing beside the bed, dressed all in white, her long hair falling over her shoulders-the classic look of a female ghost.
Cheng Cheng said, "You there, lift your head. Own up to what you've done, and I'll go easy on you."
The woman raised a deathly pale hand and brushed aside the black hair covering her face, revealing a gaunt face that had already turned blue.
Zhang Wei screamed, "A ghost!" and clung tightly to Lu Mi.
"Don't be afraid," Lu Mi said. "She looks scary, but I don't think she's hostile. Isn't that right, Yu Qingchen?"
The female ghost quietly rested her hand on something on the bed without speaking.
"Yu Qingchen?"
Zhang Wei was dubious. "You turned into Yu Qingchen, and so did I. Every day,