No, I can't let it see my face!
Qiao Ziruo fully understood what was going on.
Back on the Ninth Floor, she had wondered why the ghost had not attacked when it had clearly spotted her long before.
Only when she turned and noticed it had it suddenly erupted with immense malice.
If Qin Manjiang had not given her crucial help from outside the Ninth Floor, she would have died then.
The fundamental reason was... her face!
All the ghost had seen was her back. It was searching for its upper body, and before it saw 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 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 conditions for killing her.
According to Qiao Ziruo's conjecture, the condition for this ghost to kill her was to check her face. Once it knew the upper body of this body was not its own, it could attack.
Qiao Ziruo held her breath, her back drenched in sweat.
The Old Security Guard lay on the ground, his face purple from suffocation and his eyes bulging far out. He had stopped breathing.
As for her... all she could do now was stand there quietly.
If covering her face with something worked too, she could escape.
But... Qiao Ziruo did not dare.
If this line of reasoning held, it meant the ghost truly could not recognize its own back. That was why it had to observe,