The female ghost parted her lips, ready to say more, but her ghostly figure seemed to be pulled by an unknown force. Not only was she incapable of speaking, but her entire soul was also yanked and flew rapidly backward.
She wore a look of pleading and extended her hand at Hank for help.
He instinctively reached out to grab her, but it was too late. The female ghost was yanked into the men's restroom behind her, then quickly passed through the wall and vanished.
Hank darted forward, shouting, "Come back!"
The sound that had just resumed in the restroom abruptly stopped again. The next second, a guy grabbing his pants shouted furiously at him, "Are you sick in the head? What's wrong with you? Can I at least pee in peace?"
Hank was speechless. It seemed there had been a misunderstanding…
When Shannon returned to Seastone University, the sky had turned dark. After listening to Hank's recount, she asked, "Did you ask me to come back just to find that female ghost?"
What happened to saving him from distress earlier that day?
Hank wore a solemn look. "The point isn't the female ghost but the foreign spy she mentioned. Don't you think that's enough to warrant your return?"
He paused momentarily and continued, "Also, before Jordan left, he said there's a cockroach on campus. Don't you think a spy and a cockroach are alike?"
Shannon's brows raised slightly at his words. Then she nodded. "You're right."
Based on the current information and what had been gathered, there hadn't been any useful leads regarding the eight students. However, during questioning, it was clear that certain statements had more or less brainwashed them.
The police had already intervened in the investigation.
Shannon instructed, "Take me to your dorm room."
Once Shannon entered the room, she first glanced at the direction and layout of the dormitory, and when her gaze fell on the Mini Stone Turtle on the shelf where Hank had displayed it, she paused for a second before moving her gaze away.
"Looks like Hank did a good job feeding it. It's grown chubbier," she thought.
After examining the geomancy of the room, she glanced at the diagram they used to summon the Spirit Deity—a drawn pentagram on a plain paper talisman, with countless sigils written in each section.
She frowned. "Is this from Krovia?"
A roommate appeared perplexed. "No way. Isn't this our country's pentagram?"
She clarified, "Many things from Krovia came from our country. The use of plain paper for drawing talismans is a habit of their shamans."
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