Before the flashlight went out, Yang Jian had already seen the people standing outside the clothing store—each with a pale face and a rotting stench emanating from their body.
They were the group that had surrounded Boss Tang, Master Luo, and Manager Li earlier.
They had vanished before, but unexpectedly, they had all appeared now.
There were enough of them to block every exit. Even if they wanted to escape now, no ordinary person could possibly manage it.
And in such a cramped, crowded place, no one could guarantee they would not be attacked.
"Th-there are so many? This is already beyond what I can handle. Quick, lie down. We need to get out of here," Yan Li said urgently when he saw this.
"No, don't lie down. Something's wrong." Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly as he hurriedly turned on his phone's flashlight.
Under the light, seven or eight people had already entered the clothing store, with more continuously pouring in. Though they moved slowly, in less than a minute they would reach them and surround them from every direction.
Yan Li said, "Why? Didn't they stop attacking us if we lay down?"
"That was before. Things are different now. What we saw before were not the real ghosts, which was why they followed a fixed pattern of attack. Once someone lay down and they lost their target, they stopped moving, then quickly left until they appeared again next time."
"But look now. We aren't turning our backs on them, yet these ghosts still came. Don't you know what that means?"
"What are you trying to say?" Cold sweat appeared on Yan Li's forehead.
Yang Jian swept his gaze around. "The real ghost is among these people, and it isn't the mannequin you're holding. I suspect that mannequin was merely