Jiang Rouqian felt as if the pursuers behind her had vanished.
Even when she looked back, she couldn’t find any trace of them.
Had she really managed to shake them off?
But logically, with their speed, they shouldn’t have been unable to catch up with her.
Jiang Rouqian didn’t know what exactly had happened, but even with no pursuers in sight, she didn’t dare stop running.
Who knew if those guys were just lying in wait, ready to seize her the moment she let her guard down?
Even though she was genuinely tired, she didn’t dare gamble on whether that possibility existed.
Jiang Rouqian fled all the way, failing to notice the slender figure closely following her overhead.
The figure watched her escape toward the bustling market, attempting to use the crowds to slow the pursuers’ steps.
“Huh, why is this one still running? Bai Shuanglian, didn’t you call out to her?”
Bai Shuanglian stood on her flying sword, quietly observing the fleeing female ghost. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice beside her, her eyes immediately lighting up with a smile, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
She looked at Ling Xiaoyou, who had appeared beside her at some unknown time, first shaking her head, then saying, “No. She’s already so frightened she’s running blindly. Even if I called out to her now, she probably wouldn’t stop.”
Hearing this, Ling Xiaoyou nodded her little head in understanding. She glanced at the female ghost still fleeing below and suddenly felt puzzled.
“Speaking of which, isn’t she a ghost? Why doesn’t she just fly or phase through walls? Why use such an inefficient method, running on her feet?”
“I’m not sure, but I suspect…”
Bai Shuanglian shook her head, pausing briefly, her gaze falling on Jiang Rouqian weaving through the crowd below.
“Perhaps it’s related to her escape from the devil.”
Ling Xiaoyou nodded thoughtfully, feeling this was likely the only explanation for why this ghost insisted on running on foot.
“Or maybe… she was so scared she forgot she’s a ghost?”
‘She shouldn’t be that foolish, right…’ Ling Xiaoyou muttered internally.
Just then, both of them suddenly paused, as if sensing something, and looked toward a spot not far away.
There, a girl wearing two masks appeared—Su Taosheng. And her younger sister, Su Lihua, was also there.
However, Su Lihua’s current posture was somewhat peculiar—to be precise, she was being held by the back of her collar, lifted by her sister.
“Who’s pinching the back of my neck of fate.jpg… What’s going on with you two?”
Ling Xiaoyou gave Su Lihua, who was being held, a strange look, then turned to Su Taosheng, clearly confused.
They couldn’t have come all this way just to demonstrate sibling interaction, could they?
Well, thanks a lot (not really)!
Hearing Ling Xiaoyou’s question, Su Taosheng remained unmoved, as if deaf to it. She was like an emotionless statue, only reacting to her sister.
Ling Xiaoyou didn’t expect this “sister-con” to pay her any mind. She mainly looked at Su Lihua. Although this girl wasn’t always the brightest, she should at least be able to explain this situation.
Hearing the inquiry, Su Lihua quickly patted her sister’s hand, signaling her to put her down immediately.
Although she hadn’t been gone long before her sister caught her, she had still deployed her sister-specific “coaxing” skill, successfully convincing her sister to let her participate in this matter—on the condition that she stick close by without leaving her side.
Su Taosheng looked at her sister and decided not to let her continue embarrassing herself in front of outsiders. Although the scene of being carried like that had already pretty much thrown dignity out the window.
Once set down, Su Lihua floated beside her sister, straightened her rumpled collar, then blushed and glared at her sister, whispering, “Sis, next time, find a better way to bring me along, okay?”
Hearing this, the masked girl nodded, seeming to consider it seriously, then said, “Then next time, I’ll carry you in a princess carry.”
“How is that any better?!”
Su Lihua retorted weakly.
Watching their interaction for a moment, Ling Xiaoyou found it quite amusing—if this were a comic, she could watch it for a long time.
“Ahem, actually, there’s nothing much to explain,” Su Lihua said, seeming to feel a bit awkward. She cleared her throat and looked at the two.
“It’s just that I want to investigate these matters with you all as well.”
Saying this, she slightly lifted her chin, speaking with conviction.
“After all, we’re a team! How could something like this happen without me!”
Ling Xiaoyou nodded, glanced at Bai Shuanglian, and seeing no objection, said, “Of course. Earlier, it was just that the situation was urgent, and you said you were going back, so we didn’t call you. We originally planned to chase the person down first, then notify you.”
“We welcome you joining in, of course.”
Although Ling Xiaoyou had actually completely forgotten about them earlier, at a time like this, only a fool would say that. You had to make your teammates feel it was due to the urgency of the situation, not that they were unimportant.
This was called social savvy!
Looking at Su Lihua, who seemed moved by these words, Ling Xiaoyou silently gave herself a thumbs-up internally.
Then, remembering the task at hand, she glanced at Jiang Rouqian, who was running farther and farther away, and turned back to the others.
“We shouldn’t delay. Let’s stop her first, otherwise who knows when she’ll finally stop.”
Saying this, Ling Xiaoyou waved her small hand and directly stepped onto Bai Shuanglian’s flying sword, standing familiarly in front of her.
She looked at Su Lihua, who was still stunned, and Su Taosheng, whose expression was unreadable, and said, “We’ll go on ahead.”
As her words fell, their figures suddenly vanished, chasing after the female ghost who had already put some distance between them.
Seeing this, Su Lihua quickly snapped back to reality and looked at her sister.
“Sis, let’s catch up quickly too.”
She could fly on her own, but her speed was far inferior to her sister’s; otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to let Su Taosheng bring her along in the chase.
“Hold on tight.”
Su Taosheng was never mute in front of her sister. She nodded, wrapped her arms around Su Lihua’s soft form, then shot forward with a sudden burst, chasing after the direction the other two had gone without falling behind.