After Jiang Chen came out, he followed Sister Hong's gaze.
He spotted a figure in the distant darkness. He could make out a man with bluish-purple lips, a stiff face, and hollow, numb eyes. His entire face exuded an indescribable horror.
The man was performing the same dance as Sister Hong.
More precisely, Sister Hong was copying his dance, moving forward as she danced. By now, she was more than ten meters from the window, heading toward the man.
The man seemed to notice Jiang Chen. His dead-fish-white eyes turned toward him, and the corners of his lips twitched into a strange smile.
Jiang Chen immediately felt his head grow foggy.
A voice in his mind kept telling him, Copy him, copy him...
And so,
he began performing the same dance.
At that moment, Sister Hong was biting her lower lip, her expression contorted.
Traces of clear tears fell from her numb eyes.
Her mind was actually clear, but her body was completely beyond her control. Ever since she saw the man in the distance, she had been unable to stop herself from copying his movements and moving toward him.
The only thing Sister Hong could do was pray that Jiang Chen would notice her disappearance as soon as possible.
But as she prayed...
"Xiao Chen... Xiao Chen... huh? Xiao Chen!?"
Even Sister Hong's twisted, pained expression froze, because she saw Jiang Chen slowly overtake her with exceptionally practiced, fluid dance moves.
He's been bewitched by the ghost too?
And from the looks of it, he's been bewitched even worse than I have... This...
Sister Hong was not the only one stunned.
Even the dancing ghost paused in surprise.
Did this living person love dancing that much?
``` The dancing ghost felt a flicker of fondness. Ghost Qi +15.