Run!
Quick, run!
Yang Mowan rushed up to the second floor, closely following Qi Nian.
She didn't dare to look back, the ringing behind her was all too familiar.
Fear gradually filled every corner of her heart, a sense of regret quietly emerged.
If only I hadn't fallen...
No... if only I hadn't gone to the first floor...
If I had exercised and improved my stamina, at a time like this, wouldn't I have a better chance at surviving?
Unfortunately, regret is just a futile self-pity.
Moreover, when she fell earlier, it seemed like she twisted her ankle, which was now throbbing dully.
Then, she suddenly realized another problem.
Qi Nian was in front of her!
At times like this, following Qi Nian would be the most disadvantageous thing to do.
If they split up, there's a fifty percent chance the fierce ghost might chase after Qi Nian, and if she continued like this, she would eventually be caught. After catching her, it could conveniently continue to chase Qi Nian!
