Feeling extremely anxious, footsteps suddenly echoed outside the corridor, someone approached the door, and then started tearing off the talisman on the door.
Covered in blessing characters, Gao Ming heard someone outside and rammed the door even harder.
Compared to the chains, those talismans seemed to have a greater effect on Gao Ming; as the talisman paper outside was torn off, the lock shook, and the old door panels were already loose.
Perhaps by some telepathy or maybe due to the other person's mishandling, he actually stuffed a crowbar into the door gap.
Grabbing the rusted crowbar, Gao Ming looked back; the door of his grandmother's bedroom was open, and the body dressed in bright red seemed to have left the chair.
The red ropes hanging all over the ceiling swayed back and forth, and the bells clashed against each other. Gao Ming inhaled sharply, smelled a pungent stench, and turned his head to see grandmother's purple swollen face appearing at the bedroom door.
