Lana's eyes widened in alarm; she had meticulously taken precautions to ensure the ghost had not followed her... so how had it managed to react with such alarming swiftness?
She quickly redirected her gaze to Shelly, poised to offer guidance, when her attention was abruptly seized by the phone clutched in Shelly's trembling hand, causing her complexion to drain of color.
Fantastic!
A pig teammate! Why did her wretched luck always seem to pair her with incompetent allies? Could she not, for once, be graced with a competent one?
The simmering anger beneath her skin was forcefully contained by Lana.
At this moment, the paramount task was to confront the ghost.
Despite its mere four years of cultivation, Lana dared not underestimate the spirit.
"Sister~ Play with me!" The voice cooed sweetly, and instinctively, Lana recoiled.
In the next heartbeat, she heard a voice tinged with sorrow, "Sister... why are you avoiding me? Come! Play!"
