No, I can't let it see my face!
Qiao Ziruo finally understood what was going on.
Back on the ninth floor, she had wondered why the ghost had not attacked when it had clearly seen her long before.
Only when she turned and noticed it had it suddenly erupted with tremendous malice.
If Qin Manjiang had not given her such crucial help outside the ninth floor, she would already have died then.
The fundamental reason was... her face!
All this ghost had seen was her back. It was searching for its own upper body, and before seeing her face, it seemed unable to confirm whether this was its upper body.
That was why it had kept watching from behind... kept checking whether this was its own upper body.
Once Qiao Ziruo understood, she immediately turned around, putting her back to the Vengeful Ghost.
She was gambling, too. Ultimately, this was only her own conjecture.
But the ghost could not possibly spare her for no reason. There was only one reason it had not attacked-it had not met the condition for killing her.
According to Qiao Ziruo's conjecture, the condition for this ghost to kill her was to check her face and establish that this body's upper half was not its own. Then it could attack.
Qiao Ziruo held her breath, her back drenched in sweat.
The Old Security Guard had collapsed on the floor. His face had turned bluish-purple from suffocation, his eyes bulging far out of their sockets. He had stopped breathing.
And she... could only stand quietly like this now.
If covering her face with something worked too, she could escape.
But... Qiao Ziruo did not dare.
If this reasoning held true, it meant the ghost really could not recognize its own back. That was why it observed,