The crisp sound of a slap startled all of them.
"Chu Wenyao, why are you hitting yourself?" Liu Yi was dumbfounded.
In broad daylight, Chu Wenyao felt a chill all over his body, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
He was more confused than anyone, and quite frightened, "I, I don't know, my hand just seemed out of control."
Pei Yuncheng, who had witnessed Yu Nianzhao's abilities before, recalled the image of Pei Yunqi slapping his own face and immediately glanced at Yu Nianzhao, quickly guessing that it must have been her doing.
Luu Shaoqi swallowed hard and took two steps back, "Could you have seen a ghost? I've seen this scene before; it's when someone gets possessed and is controlled by a ghost."
Upon hearing his words, Yu Nianzhao couldn't help but look at him more intently, "You sure know a lot."
"Hehe, I've seen it once, and I never want to see that again; it's a bit scary." Luu Shaoqi scratched his head, his silly smile endearing.
