The face on the wall had actually disappeared, as if it had never been there in the first place. What was going on? Qian Xing rubbed his eyes vigorously, taking two steps at a time as he quickly ran up to the second floor, standing in the spot closest to where the face had been, examining it closely.
He couldn't understand why it had suddenly vanished, just like the white-dressed woman had disappeared before.
All of a sudden, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Could there really be ghosts in this world? Could that white-dressed woman truly be a ghost?
With a heart full of trepidation, he slowly made his way down the stairs, looking towards the spot where the white-dressed woman had stood.
Gone! The white-dressed woman had disappeared again! This... this... Qian Xing felt his brain was no longer functioning.