Inside Guanyin Temple, Qin Manjiang and the woman were still hiding under the quilt.
"Clop-clop-clop-"
It wasn't the sound of bare feet against the ground. It sounded more like thick-soled leather shoes, or something with hooves.
It was coming, heading straight for Guanyin Temple, where he was hiding!
Did burying himself under a quilt like an ostrich really work?
Qin Manjiang felt danger drawing near. He had only just entered this Ghost Story, and before he could even figure out what had happened, he was already facing a life-or-death crisis.
But everyone in the village did the same thing: shut the doors, turn off the lights, hide under the quilt, and wait for the ghost to leave.
Qin Manjiang had no other options, either, even if the villagers' approach made them seem like cans waiting for the ghost to open them.
Only now did Qin Manjiang understand that hiding under a quilt wasn't a way to avoid being attacked by a ghost. It was really just a gamble.
Hide yourself away, wait for the ghost to pass your door, and pray it didn't come in-or that it had already eaten its fill.
That was their method.
What could he say? It was passive, but there was nothing else they could do.
And those footsteps actually stopped right outside the door, neither coming in nor going away.
Clutching the Doll, Qin Manjiang rapidly considered what kind of sacrifice he could make to escape his current predicament.
He knew nothing about this ghost's abilities, but its terrifying strength and mobility alone were enough to drive anyone to despair.
As for any other reality-defying abilities?
He had no way of knowing yet. There was also the matter of this ghost's origins. Judging by the village's reaction, this wasn't its first appearance. Something was