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As Li Yan fiddled with the shattered pieces of the Ring Dragon Sword, the Black Rider Ghost, who had originally been staring at the bonfire and seated like a samurai, became restlessly agitated.
Even after achieving symbiosis with Bai Laotou and gaining the ability to speak, the Black Rider Ghost still preferred silence, often expressing intentions with flickering red gleams in his eyes.
Li Yan glanced at the Black Rider Ghost and furrowed his brow. Suddenly, chunks of dirt fell and smashed into the bonfire, crackling loudly as the flames twisted and jumped, casting flickering shadows across Li Yan's face.
A moment ago still deep in sleep, Song Zuo rolled to the corner of the wall in an instant. His eyes, shaded by dark circles, peered through the window to the unchanging darkness of the night outside, showing no signs of anything amiss.
"Someone's sneaking in."
Song Zuo's eyes were fixed on the ceiling, he cocked the hammer of his pistol and cleared his throat.
