Following his footsteps...
Jian Cunxin had not fully understood what Qin Manjiang meant, but she knew this was no time to ask.
But when Qin Manjiang stepped forward, Jian Cunxin was dumbfounded.
Why was he walking in a Z pattern?
Wait! Could it be?
Jian Cunxin immediately turned to look at the Corpse Remains. It was approaching them step by step, and it, too, was walking in a Z pattern!
Only then did she understand what Qin Manjiang had been doing when he stared so intently at the Corpse Remains!
If every movement in this space merely left them marking time in the same spot, the ghost could never catch them.
But if the ghost could get closer, then... they could learn how to move from it!
He had actually thought of a method like this in such an urgent situation...
Jian Cunxin stared at Qin Manjiang's back in disbelief. Just what kind of person was this man?
He did not seem very reliable, yet at certain moments, he proved unexpectedly dependable.
Jian Cunxin hurried after him. As instructed, she stepped in the places Qin Manjiang had stepped rather than tracing her own Z pattern. Although she did not know why, since Qin Manjiang had told her to do so, she did.
In fact, Qin Manjiang had no attention to spare for her now. All his focus was on his feet.
Jian Cunxin had guessed correctly. He was indeed watching the Corpse Remains' steps and imitating them.
But was simply walking in a Z pattern enough?
He did not know, but he could not afford trial and error now. He could only reproduce every aspect of the Corpse Remains' steps perfectly.
Direction, stride length, pace-he kept them all as consistent with its movements as possible, and doing so required tremendous