Faced with Long Xi'er suddenly drawing so close, Shang Anbang was at a loss.
"Um..."
Lu Mi spoke up. "We're discussing who should feed the dog next. Xu Zhi is dead, so following the original order, it should be Shang Anbang and Zhao Huai. What do you think?"
"Oh, so that's what you were talking about." Long Xi'er nodded gently and returned to Cui Aobai's side.
"Aobai, what are you looking at?"
Long Xi'er affectionately took Cui Aobai's hand. "Let's go to our room and sleep. It's late."
Cui Aobai agreed, puzzled as to why Lu Mi was staring intently at her from an angle Long Xi'er couldn't see, his lips moving silently.
What was he saying?
It looked like... be careful... careful of whom?
Long Xi'er looked back at her. "Why are you so distracted? I asked you a question."
"What question?"
Long Xi'er turned her head back, her tone casual. "Do you think there's really only one ghost?"
Cui Aobai glanced at Lu Mi's lips again.
She understood.
Lu Mi was saying, "Be careful of Long Xi'er."
Cui Aobai: "..."
She looked down at Long Xi'er's hand gripping hers tightly.
That hand did seem unusually cold.
"Of course there's only one," she said, struggling to keep her voice normal. "If the rules deliberately lied to us, then they really would be treating our lives as a complete joke."
Early the next morning, Lu Mi was awakened by the vibrating alarm he had set on his Wristband.
He happened to see Hu Pu coming down from the second floor, looking furious. "Where is it? Where did it go..."
He immediately closed his eyes.
Hu Pu carefully searched every corner of the living room again, utterly exasperated.
"Where on earth did I lose it? Still so scatterbrained even after death.