"Did you guys hear some strange noise?" Qin Guang held the rag doll's head and stood guardedly at the door like some kind of protective talisman. The mission that Zuo Han had given him was to stay as a guard at the door because the rag doll's head that he was holding could chase away the black fog and prevent the ghosts from getting too close to them. This excuse had successfully convinced Qin Guang. Earlier, when they were walking through the black fog, he had realized that the rag doll's head indeed had that function. Now, if anyone else asked him to hand over the rag doll's head, he would not surrender it easily.