"Wh-who are you?" The man pulled my backpack in front of him, kneeling on the ground and retreating backward.
Qinghan is always so gentle, so I couldn't keep a stern face. I leaned on Qinghan's shoulder and gave him a smile.
"Ah—ghost!" The man's scream caused the dust above to fall straight down.
He stood up with the backpack, attempting to flee, nearly crashing into Galaxy. The puppets beside Galaxy immediately stood in front of her. Galaxy had carved them to have eerie faces. At this moment, they were floating in the air, holding candles, with wicked smiles at the corners of their mouths. The man's eyes widened, his body fell backward, but Qinghan stretched out his leg to catch him and then gently laid him on the ground.
This man's backpack looked quite professional, yet he was wearing a casual suit with leather shoes.
"Amateur," Galaxy glanced at the man with disdain and said to Qinghan, "Ignore him, let's keep moving."
