Eleven bowls, twenty-three chopsticks.
No one saw where the extra bowl and chopstick came from. This bizarre scene sent chills down everyone's spines.
"Pick up the bowls and chopsticks." Yang Xiao commanded.
Everyone complied, and after they all picked up the bowls and chopsticks, the table was left empty, not a single bowl or chopstick remained, just two buckets.
Everyone stood in the same posture, holding a bowl in their left hand and a pair of chopsticks in their right as Yang Xiao checked each one. No problems, all fine.
"Count off, starting with you." Yang Xiao pointed at Datou's chest.
"1"
"2"
"3"
...
"9"
"10"
The last response was from Yang Xiao, who now felt somewhat dazed. Undoubtedly, it was the ghost's power affecting them.
The knowledge that a ghost was nearby yet unseen and untouchable instilled a deep-seated fear within everyone present because no one knew when the ghost might strike or whom it might kill.
