“Why is it suddenly so quiet?” He San turned to look at Lao Zhao. “Shall we go take a look?”
“If our enemies don’t move, we don’t move. We’ll go out when we hear screams and start the investigation in the opposite direction; this way we’ll avoid the scary traps,” Lao Zhao said shamelessly.
“Isn’t that selling out our classmates?”
“No, that is appreciating their noble sacrifice. We’ll be using the time they give us to find the exit and achieve victory.” Lao Zhao was as round as a ball. He stood behind He San, but the young man’s small figure could barely cover up half of Lao Zhao’s body.
“Then, how long should we hide in here? What if we’re the only two left in the Haunted House?” He San turned to look at his senior behind him. For some reason, he felt his senior was merely using him as
