"Wh... what do we do? This happened before too..." Li Xijiu was deathly pale, whether from losing too much blood or from the sight before him.
Qin Manjiang seemed prepared. He said quietly, "Don't talk. Don't move around. Follow me."
Led by Qin Manjiang, the two slowly made their way to the empty seats in the last row under the silent stares of the strange people in the Screening Room. They sat down, then stared expressionlessly at the big screen, which showed nothing but static.
The eerie atmosphere persisted.
Just as Qin Manjiang had surmised, these "people" made no further move. Instead, after seeing Qin Manjiang and Li Xijiu sit down, they all slowly turned their heads back, returning their gazes to the static-filled screen.
Qin Manjiang and Li Xijiu both breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Xijiu lowered his voice and whispered, "What's going on? Aren't they ghosts..."
Qin Manjiang shook his head. "They are ghosts, but they probably aren't the kind that attack and kill indiscriminately, without any conditions."
"I thought it was strange when you called earlier. All their strange behavior in this Screening Room happened after you made that call. In other words, as long as we don't disturb their movie, we're safe for now."
"Could all these people be the ones who died in that fire ten years ago... I never should've tapped on that game and let it lead me into this hellhole..."
"This is a cinema exclusively for ghosts..."
Li Xijiu seemed somewhat regretful.
Qin Manjiang gave him a long look without responding.
"We can't treat your wound right now. I'm worried you'll hemorrhage if we pull the knife out. Leave it like this for now and give me twenty minutes," he said.
Li Xijiu nodded, seemingly unconcerned. "Who can I trust if