But none of that was most important. What was most important now was that he was being targeted by a ghost. How was he supposed to survive?

"Stay calm, stay calm..."

Miao Qing wasn't a newbie. He knew that the more you panicked, the faster you died. Since the ghost hadn't killed him immediately, there was still a chance. What he needed to do now was figure out how to survive.

He gradually calmed down and began to quickly analyze the situation. After a moment, he made a decision that even he found incredible.

He leaned over to the bedside, took out his phone, and took a picture under the bed with extreme speed. Then, he immediately retreated to the middle of the bed, staring nervously at the screen. Miao Qing was surprised to find that the space under the bed was actually empty.

The ghost had disappeared...

This discovery frightened him even more than taking a picture of the ghost.

He immediately turned on the flashlight on his phone and began to shine it around. But to make matters worse, the flashlight on his phone began to flicker for no reason, as if there was a short circuit.

Finally, it suddenly went out.

After the ghost came in, the candles and lights had all gone out. Now the flashlight on his phone was broken too. This was definitely not a coincidence. Miao Qing guessed that it might be related to the ghost's way of killing people.

"Could it be... as long as there's light, the ghost can't kill?" The thought only flashed through Miao Qing's mind for a moment before he started to prepare.

He couldn't count on his phone. He didn't dare leave the bed to turn on the lights. He could only pin his last hope on the candle in his hand. He struck a match and tried to light the candle, but before it even touched the wick, the match went out. It happened like that several times in a row.

Each time, the flame on the match trembled for no reason and then went out.

Miao Qing was extremely anxious. He could feel a cold gaze staring at him from somewhere in the room, but he couldn't find the source. The feeling of helplessness was driving him crazy.

"Hurry, hurry up!"

He struck another match. This time, as the match lit up, he finally noticed something different in his peripheral vision. He slowly turned his head and noticed that two shadows were projected on the wall behind him.

One was standing straight, which was naturally him, but next to him was a shorter shadow, its body twisted in a strange way.

After a moment, Miao Qing's pupils suddenly shrank. He understood. It was a person leaning close to him, bending over and bringing their head closer!

"Ha—"

A breath of icy air blew over, and the flame on the match flickered a few times and went out. The room plunged into darkness again.

...

The next morning, Jiang Cheng was awakened by a scream.

When he opened the door and walked out, he ran into Fatty and Huai Yi. Immediately afterward, a very bloody scene came into the three men's view.

A thick trail of blood remained on the floor of the corridor, extending from the door of the room to the stairs.

The stairs leading to the 3rd floor.

Bai Xiaojie was standing in front of the blood-stained room door, trembling all over as if her soul had been taken away, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

Jiang Cheng's face darkened, and he walked over quickly.

They had already recognized that this was not Ouyang Huanbin's room, but Miao Qing's.

There was no body in the room, nor were there any signs of a struggle. The bloodstains started from the bed. It seemed that Miao Qing had been killed in bed, and then his body was dragged away by the ghost, just like Liu Hui.

"How... how could it be him?" Huai Yi couldn't help but exclaim. Compared to the bloody scene, this matter made even less sense to him.

The group quickly arrived at Ouyang Huanbin's room. With a gentle push, the door opened. To everyone's surprise, Ouyang Huanbin was lying on a stretcher, looking at them with bloodshot eyes.

Ouyang Huanbin... wasn't dead.

"It's all your fault, you killed him!" Bai Xiaojie kicked and punched Ouyang Huanbin as if she had gone mad. "You're the one who should die! Why didn't you die? If you died, he wouldn't have died. You're the one who should die! You!"

Even Jiang Cheng couldn't stand Bai Xiaojie's shrewish behavior. Ouyang Huanbin was tied to the stretcher and couldn't move, so he could only endure Bai Xiaojie's kicks and punches.

"Get lost!" Jiang Cheng roared at Bai Xiaojie.

Not only did this shout not stop Bai Xiaojie, but it also seemed to confirm some kind of guess in her mind. Bai Xiaojie stared at Jiang Cheng and the others through gritted teeth. "It's all you... all of this was planned by you, wasn't it?!"

"You conspired to kill Miao Qing, you murderers!"

Jiang Cheng was too lazy to explain to her, and he didn't think it was necessary. This woman's brain was already abnormal. Fear and anger had made her lose the most basic judgment.

"Calm down." Fatty didn't like this woman either, but he tried his best to explain, "Your friend died. What does that have to do with us?"

"Shut up!" Bai Xiaojie roared at Fatty.

"Let me tell you, don't get carried away just because we're being nice to you!" Huai Yi rolled up his sleeves and struck a fierce pose. "Jiang-ge and Fugui-ge are nice people and don't bother with you, but I'm not. Try saying one more word?"

Threatened by Huai Yi like this, Bai Xiaojie really didn't dare to speak anymore. She stared at the faces of the few people, then slowly backed away, suddenly turned around, and ran.

"Doctor, look at him!" Fatty said anxiously, pointing at Ouyang Huanbin.

By the time Jiang Cheng noticed, the expression on Ouyang Huanbin's face had already solidified.

"Hoo—" Jiang Cheng breathed out, slowly stood up from in front of Ouyang Huanbin, and shook his head slightly at Fatty and Huai Yi. "He's dead."

Originally, Ouyang Huanbin was just barely hanging on. After being kicked and punched by Bai Xiaojie, he finally breathed his last. It was better this way. His death could be considered a kind of relief, Fatty thought.

Huai Yi checked the clock in the room. The time was indeed earlier than in Miao Qing's room. "Jiang-ge," Huai Yi turned around and said in confusion, "What's going on here?"

A person who was already crazy and had only half a breath left actually avoided the ghost, but a very experienced person died. This really confused everyone, and the confusion was accompanied by an unspeakable fear.

Something must have gone wrong.

Jiang Cheng didn't answer. He turned back to the corridor and took out the phone hidden near the flower pot. The phone had automatically shut down, but after Jiang Cheng fiddled with it for a while, it miraculously turned on. Unfortunately, there was only a little bit of battery left.

Not daring to hesitate, Jiang Cheng immediately brought up the video he had taken last night, dragged the progress bar, and the time gradually approached the time corresponding to the clock in Ouyang Huanbin's room. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

Suddenly, a white figure appeared at the end of the corridor, swaying. It was more like floating than walking.

The figure came to the door of Ouyang Huanbin's room, stood there for a while, and then mechanically raised its arm and knocked on the door, once, once.