"Buzz—"
"Third floor."
With bloodshot eyes, Yang Xiao turned the room upside down, but the Drama Robe seemed to be avoiding him deliberately, perhaps validating the old saying, "When disaster strikes, everyone fends for themselves."
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
Yang Xiao heard a series of dull scraping sounds that grew louder as they approached, finally coming to an accurate stop outside his door.
A moment later, his phone buzzed.
"I'm outside your door."
His finger twitched, and the phone dropped to the floor with a "thud." Yang Xiao looked at the door in horror, watching as grey mist desperately squeezed through the gap at the bottom.
That terrifying Fierce Ghost wouldn't let him go after all; it had emerged from the Nightmare World of the Contemplation Pavilion to claim his life!