Chương 137: 137. Line up at the door

Mountains spent, rivers exhausted, doubting there's no path, then amid dark willows and bright flowers, another village appears.

This line of poetry suitably describes Lu Li's situation.

Lu Li thought he would be inactive during the lunch break, only able to wait until the break ended to continue his tasks. However, he overlooked one point: the ghosts always considered themselves the hunters.

And they weren't concerned about cameras.

That is to say, for the ghosts, lunchtime equated to hunting time.

Just like the ghost that had knocked on the opposite room's door three minutes ago, now it was knocking on this room's door.

Knock Knock Knock—

The knocking was urgent and continuous.

Fortunately, Lu Li's two roommates—one with poor hearing, the other a heavy sleeper—hadn't been woken by the knocking so far.

But if the ghost outside kept knocking, that might not remain the case.