She crouched down and patted one of the ghost's claws, "Please loosen your grip. It would be bad if he suddenly goes crazy and kicks you."
It was not easy to send the ghost away, and Qi Ming, who had been cheered up, once again fell into a listless state.
It seemed that they couldn't count on him anymore.
Wen Qiao gave him a look full of unspeakable feelings and patted his shoulder, "Go stand over there."
Wen Qiao had never played the game King of Fighters, but after trying a round to get a feel for it, she quickly achieved five consecutive wins, bringing along her now-autistic anchor, into the next secret room.
Amid staff members occasionally dressing up as ghosts for surprise attacks, and with Qi Ming's screams nearly matching the decibel level of Mount Everest, Wen Qiao maintained a cold expression throughout the entire escape room experience.
Considering this, she couldn't help but find amusement—
