The proximity was too close, Yang Xiao had no time to react before the footprints reached him, and in that moment, his heart went cold.
"Chu Fukke, can you see me?" A voice came from where the footprints were.
Yang Xiao's soul felt like it had half flown away in fright; still asking whether he could be seen, even if he could see, he would not dare to say so. He quietly moved his feet, distancing himself from the spot the toe of the shoe was pointing at. He knew that some ghosts recognized people by the tips of their shoes.
However, as Yang Xiao changed his position, the Coachman's anxious voice came from where the footprints were again, "Chu Fukke, you probably can't see me. You've been blinded by the Hanged Ghost. Okay then, turn around, follow my voice, and walk backwards. Remember, unless I tell you to turn around, you must never look back."
It was unexpected for Yang Xiao that the other party didn't attack him directly; he steeled himself, did not speak, but merely nodded.