"I'm not sure whether Beiyu Ye's judgment is correct or not, but I think Mr. Qingshui might have chosen the wrong path tonight." Yang Xiao leaned against the door, hands in his pockets, letting out a cold laugh. He was done pretending, now sure that Qingshui Cangjie and Heize Lin wouldn't come looking for them anymore; they couldn't hide quickly enough.
"We have to split up, that way if they get dragged into a Ghost Dream, we can hear the screams."
"The range of the screams impacts around two floors up and down. Nishimura Yuna and I will guard the third floor. You all go back to the seventh floor. After midnight, if you hear anything, remember to inform the other group." Jiu Shan Shayue was also a cautious person; she wouldn't be at ease until she saw Qingshui Cangjie take his last breath.
