Holding his compass, Seventh Master led the three of us running into the building.
Once we entered, the needle on the compass stopped moving, which meant Ding Ruoning had already gone inside too.
"Be careful."
As Seventh Master ran upstairs, he looked back and reminded us quietly, "Your own safety comes first. If you have no other choice, hit Ding Ruoning with the talismans I gave you."
"An Ning, if you have no other choice, stab her with the Vajra Pestle."
We all nodded.
Seventh Master then held out his hand to me for the keys.
When we left Wang Guofu's home earlier that day, I had swiped the keys he had left on the shoe cabinet.
We ran all the way up to the thirteenth floor, not daring to take the elevator.
Ghosts could control magnetic fields, and the essence of a magnetic field was the movement of electric charges. Getting into an elevator was the same as stepping into a moving coffin-your life and death would no longer be in your own hands.
By the time we reached the thirteenth floor, we were all gasping for breath.
Seventh Master was getting on in years, after all. His aged face was flushed from holding his breath, but he did not dare pant loudly. Clutching the keys, he tiptoed toward Wang Guofu's door.
The four of us approached the door like thieves.
Seventh Master drew a breath and carefully slipped the key into the lock.
We did not dare make a sound for fear of scaring Ding Ruoning away. We could only be as careful as possible.
It felt like police moving in to make an arrest. Our nerves were stretched so tight that even when sweat ran into our eyes, we did not dare blink.
We stared fixedly at