"Aaaaaaah!"
A flash of lightning illuminated the blurry figure ahead. It was a man holding a dagger, thrusting it viciously toward them.
Their legs went weak with fright, and they dropped to the floor, screaming.
The lightning seemed to have split the heavy dusk apart. Clear moonlight spilled through the glass windows, and their surroundings gradually came into view.
"Stop screaming, stop screaming, stop screaming!"
Li Chonghua, who stood at the front, held Pei Lan in his arms. Once he calmed down, he noticed something and quickly raised his voice to calm everyone down:
"It's just a sculpture."
"A sculpture?"
Li Chonghua's voice was loud. Everyone was still dazed with fright, and only after hearing him did they look up again, nervous and afraid.
It really was just a statue holding a dagger.
"Was I hallucinating just now? I really felt it move. The dagger came straight at us."
Sang Xiangwan swallowed, still sounding a little nervous. "That scared me to death."
"I felt that too. Is this really a statue?"
Jiang Chuyu's brows knitted tightly. If he wasn't the only one who had felt it, then that sensation had been real.
"I'll take a look." Jiang Chuyu looked at the statue and mustered the courage to speak.
"I'll go with you!" Song Jincheng said, taking Jiang Chuyu's hand.
"It's only a couple of steps. I'll go myself. If anything's wrong, it'll be easier for everyone to run."
Jiang Chuyu declined Song Jincheng's kind offer and slowly approached alone. He carefully examined the statue, slowly reached out to touch it, and confirmed:
"It's hard plaster. It really is a statue."
As long as it wasn't alive. Everyone couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.
Jiang Chuyu's expression didn't relax. With his hand still resting on the statue, he looked toward