Li Zhixiao quickly turned his head back.
But, there was no one behind him.
Already scared out of his wits, Li Zhixiao didn't hesitate any longer. He rushed towards the main door, opened it with a swing, and escaped outside.
By the time he ran down to Lin Lu's apartment building, he was covered in sweat.
During this process, he kept looking back to make sure no one was following him.
Then, he took out his cellphone and called Lin Lu.
"What did you say?"
"To put it simply, I need a cursed object! Can you give me the cursed object now?"
After a long silence on the other end, the response came, "Come upstairs."
And so, Li Zhixiao went up.
Lin Lu lived on the fifth floor.
She rented a small apartment of about fifty square meters in the city center by herself. Although it was small, the rent was considerably less, and moreover, the location wasn't too far from her workplace.
