Fan Yulei’s gaze swept over the bruise around her eye socket and the stitched wound on her eyebrow, leaving him suspicious.
He was uncertain whether this young female ghost had been involved in a fight or domestic violence, or perhaps something else entirely.
However, it was evident that she avoided any discussion about the injuries on her body.
Fan Yulei didn’t inquire either, as repeatedly uncovering someone’s scars would be impolite. He leaned against the railing, lost in thought, wondering if Xia Zhihuai and the others had noticed his disappearance.
If they didn’t come looking for him soon, he didn’t know what he could talk about with these ghosts. Just as he was lost in his thoughts, a hand suddenly emerged from the darkness and forcefully pushed him.