"Back again?" Although he was somewhat prepared, upon actually laying eyes on the Old Ghost, Yang Xiao's heart still sank with a lack of courage.
He immediately withdrew his head, restored the curtains, leaned against the wall, and his heart thumped wildly. His good sister in a drama robe had involved the Old Ghost in her schemes, but it was clear the Old Ghost had also set its sights on her. It was uncertain who would consume whom.
Since becoming an Angel Envoy, the Daoist robe old ghost had been the most terrifying opponent he had encountered. In front of this entity, Yang Xiao felt utterly incapable of any resistance.
Should he run out or stay in the room? Yang Xiao's internal struggle was fierce. The recent life-threatening events had completely confused his judgment, and it was during this moment of hesitation that a chilling sound came from the corridor outside the door.
"Scrape—"
"Scrape—"
