The door was pushed open gently, making a muffled sound.
Anxi hid behind the door and opened the door. Three ghosts hid behind Anxi and waited for Anxi to open the door, fearing that the fight in the house would affect them.
Four pairs of eyes stared closely at the crack in the door that was getting wider and wider.
But when the door was halfway open and the inside of the house could be seen, the scene revealed was something Anxi could never have imagined.
Qin Xiang was indeed injured, and the smell of blood that the little white dog smelled was correct.
She lay on the ground, with a large amount of blood coming out from under her head. There were shards of glass in her hands, and a stool fell to the ground under her feet.
On the other side, Fang Qianyao was lying lazily on the upper bunk, holding her mobile phone in her hand, playing games calmly, as if she didn't even know that someone was lying on the ground bleeding, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
When she realized this, Anxi felt inexplicably creepy.
"Ah! Qin Xiang is indeed injured!" The little white dog screamed first. She ran into the dormitory and helped Qin Xiang who was lying on the ground.
The fanged ghost also walked in, and she glanced at Fang Qianyao lying on the upper bunk with some fear.
Fang Qianyao noticed her gaze and asked slowly: "Hello, what's the matter?"
"No, no."
The fanged ghost had some goosebumps on its body, she couldn't tell what it was.
Even though there was a human being lying in the room who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, with blood all over his face, yet this human being on the upper bunk could still talk to him in such an indifferent tone.
This reminded her of some of the high-level ghosts in Fog City... who were extremely indifferent and disdainful of the lives of low-level ghosts.
"Come and help me!" The little white dog's white hair was dyed red by Qin Xiang's blood.
The remaining two ghosts reacted and helped lift Qin Xiang out of the house.
The smell of blood still lingered in the house.
Anxi walked around the blood on the ground, walked to the end of the dormitory, took out the mop placed behind the bed, and walked back to the place where the blood was the deepest.
"Did you have an argument? And then a fight?"
An Qian asked Fang Qianyao while wiping the floor. There was no questioning or accusation in her tone and she remained calm.
"No." Fang Qianyao shook her head, "The light bulb in the dormitory was broken. She wanted to change the light bulb, but the stool was unstable and she fell. Her head happened to hit the table, and that was it."
Anxi stopped mopping her hand and her expression became solemn: "Did she fall by herself?"
Fang Qianyao heard the surprise in An Qian's tone. She didn't have many emotional changes. She just said a faint "hmm" and continued: "Oh... If you don't believe it, you can wait until she comes back and ask. I really haven't." Hit her."
"...No, it's not that I don't believe you."
It's not that An Qian didn't believe that Fang Qianyao didn't have any conflicts with Qin Xiang.
She just felt a little...scared?
Fang Qianyao felt inexplicable fear at the sight of Qin Xiang lying in a pool of blood as if nothing happened.
Qin Xiang had no ill intentions and took the initiative to replace the broken light bulbs in the dormitory, and even praised him as a nice person.
Under such premise, Qin Xiang accidentally fell down, and Fang Qianyao did not do anything, just lying on the bed playing games.
It's not that she has to help Qin Xiang.
However, Anxi couldn't believe her indifference.
boom…
The windows were blown by the wind, and it was extremely quiet inside now.
An Qian stopped mopping the floor. She raised her head and stared at Fang Qianyao. Fang Qianyao finally stopped playing the game in her hands, looked back at An Qian, and said as if chatting:
"Don't look at me like that... To tell you the truth, because she is going to die, there is no need to care about her."
"Huh? She's not dead."
An Qian retorted doubtfully. When she entered the room, Qin Xiang's chest was still rising and falling, which proved that she was still breathing.
"Ouch, I'm not talking about now."
Fang Qianyao waved her hands, sat up and explained to An Qian seriously: "I mean, she is bound to die, and she can't escape in these few days."
"You're going to die sooner or later anyway, so why not do it now? Wouldn't it be worse if you were tortured to death by the copy?"
An Qian felt indescribably weird in her heart when she listened to Fang Qianyao's words. She was silent for a moment and spoke again; "But, she was saved just now."
"Yes, actually I also know that there is a high probability that she will not die this time. I originally wanted to advise you not to save her, but you won't listen to me, so let's forget it."
Fang Qianyao shook her head, her tone still a little pity.
An Qian looked at Fang Qianyao in disbelief: "Since you know that she is bound to die, why didn't you just remind her a little and let her die instead."
"What are you talking about?"
Fang Qianyao showed an even more disbelieving expression. She and An Qian looked at each other, their dark pupils covered with mist, hazy and unfathomable:
"You can't violate your destiny, it's up to God and not to people."
With that said, Fang Qianyao took off the three copper coins tied to her wrist, threw them into the air, looked at An Qian innocently and asked, "Do you want to try it? Free fortune telling."
