Wu Qiao didn't even have the chance to scream; the corpse swayed and fell straight to the ground.
At this moment, Yang Xiao outside the window could do nothing. What happened before his eyes was so instantaneous that even he hadn't anticipated such an accident, let alone Wu Qiao.
And even more terrifying, without the crucial support from the first floor, Yang Xiao was now utterly isolated.
The Bald Head, like a machine, didn't even glance at the corpse of Wu Qiao after killing her. He turned around, stepping back with stiff and awkward strides along the original path.
Yang Xiao outside the window was equally invisible to him.
Suddenly, Yang Xiao felt a tightness at his waist. The whole of him was inexplicably pulled up, his toes left the window ledge, throwing him off balance.
Hurriedly looking up, he saw the braided rope in mid-air slowly retracting, some force pulling the rope upward.
It was the female ghost, the female ghost was pulling the rope!
