One hundred thirty-one. Hardcore hot potato drumming

"If you're going to steal, just steal, why hit people..."

Ding Niu grumbled as he got up, regarding Lu Li as a slightly stronger ghost creature—after all, no human would dare to beat up a ghost like that, right?

"Are you human?" Lu Li put away the fake phone made of yin energy. The thing seemed utterly useless, but Lu Li's pockets were empty. Whether it was useful or not, he'd take it first and ask questions later.

Ding Niu dusted off the dirt on his body, and if one ignored his overstretched neck and the strangling marks, he looked just like an ordinary person.

"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving..."

...

"Leaving? Where do you think you're going?"

The Water Ghost watched Wu Di flee the classroom recklessly, smiling viciously as it chased into the hallway.

Seconds later, a piercing, miserable scream came from deep within the corridor, accompanied by the sound of maniacal laughter.