Mr. Lin was drenched in cold sweat, his face full of fear. Yuan Chun glanced at him with disdain, loosened her grip, and Mr. Lin fell back onto the bed with a thud, landing on top of the woman.
The woman was awakened by the pain. She opened her eyes, trembling, "Guowen, there's... there's a ghost... let's... let's get out of here, boo hoo, I don't want to stay here anymore, I'm... I'm scared..."
The two hurriedly dressed and rushed out.
This was a suite, located on the fourth floor, without an elevator. As soon as they dashed out, they hurriedly ran downstairs.
Yuan Chun's spiritual power closely followed them.
The spiritual power transformed into a thread, tripping both of them and sending them tumbling from the third floor down. Her spiritual power then transformed into two large hands, grabbing the two and tossing them down the stairs.
Like rolling balls, the two rolled all the way down to the first floor.
