Although the lights were very dim at that time, Chi Jiao could still roughly see the shadow's appearance.
It looked like something condensed from black smoke. It had the shape of a human, but the face could not be seen clearly. The body was as tall as a mountain.
Quan Jue thought Chi Jiao was afraid. He reached out and gently patted her back. "Don't think about it anymore. Leave the rest to me."
As he spoke, there was a cold glint in his eyes.
The great atmosphere was ruined by that damned shadow.
This was indeed infuriating.
Regardless of whether the black shadow was a human or a ghost, he had to find out who it was.
Very soon, the person in charge of the haunted house arrived.
It was a plump middle-aged man.
"This is our haunted house's manager, Manager Ma." Xiao Chen led the fat man to Chi Jiao and Quan Jue and introduced them.
