Through the crack, he saw not a ghost but the missing wife of the family of three, confirming for Yang Xiao that this was indeed the source.
The ringing of the phone became increasingly harsh, yet Yang Xiao had no intention of answering it. But he couldn't run either; escape was not an option, especially since his brothers from the Patrol Defense Office were outside. If this ghost went berserk after killing him, it would be a catastrophe.
"Run!!" Yang Xiao yelled towards the door.
But the leader of the technical team, standing outside the door, seemed to hear nothing, standing immobile like a wooden statue.
The next second, a horrifying scene caught Yang Xiao's peripheral vision; a distorted, elongated ghost hand reached out from behind the wardrobe door, soon followed by a stiff arm.
