“It’s here!”1

Ye Qing was resting and waiting on the third floor until the commotion began. He opened his eyes, and Kung Fu Frog leaped to its feet. Sounds like a kid, he deduced after listening for a bit.0

“Time to go downstairs and pay our mysterious ghost a visit, Brother Frog!” Ye Qing whispered as he gently opened the door. After Kung Fu Frog had leaped onto his shoulder, he slipped out without a sound and reached the first floor in just a matter of seconds. 0

Ye Qing thought he was stealthy enough, but the sound vanished as soon as he reached the main hall. All was silent as if nothing had happened.0

“It’s pretty alert, isn’t it?” A small smile crept on Ye Qing’s face as he felt around with his senses. Strangely, he could not sense any discomfiting aura in the bookstore. The fact that the ghost sounded crisp, clear and bright also contradicted the claims that a ghost was haunting this bookstore.0

“Croak croak!”0

Suddenly, Kung Fu Frog leaped off his shoulder and made a grab for a book on the bookshelf to his right. It was then Ye Qing heard someone crying, “Wah!” before a palm-sized, shadowy silhouette vanished in a flash of light.0

“Croak…” 0

The silhouette was fast, but Kung Fu Frog wasn’t slow either. As soon as the silhouette disappeared, it kicked off the bookshelf and launched itself toward a different book.0

“Wah! Wah!” The...0