"Zhang Yun?"
She finally heard Bai Yanliang's voice.
And she finally knew where she was.
This was a classroom, an art classroom.
As Zhang Yun looked up, Bai Yanliang also saw the surrounding environment clearly.
Drawing boards, paints, sketch mannequins, plaster casts... it was clearly an art classroom.
Although for now it seemed safe.
But Bai Yanliang knew very well that the faint chill in this classroom was definitely not caused by the weather or air conditioning.
There was a ghost here.
If Zhang Yun could remain calm, telling her there was a ghost here and to leave this classroom would undoubtedly be the best choice.
But the fright she suffered was obviously excessive; not only was her expression dazed, but she couldn't hear Bai Yanliang's calling, and even her most basic reactions were much slower.
Telling her now that there is a ghost would probably make her collapse on the spot out of fear.
