"Clang!"
Suddenly, a resonant sound nearby startled them both, crisp like the clash of metal on stone.
"What's going on?" Yang Xiao became instantly alert.
Long Zi No. 41 seemed to understand the origin of the sound, but was too tense to speak clearly. "This... this is that ghost nearby, it's got its eyes on us!"
"You've heard this sound before?"
"Of course, I was chased here by this very sound," lamented Long Zi No. 41, close to tears. "We better run!"
At that moment, with no better option, they stopped questioning their whereabouts and turned to run in the direction opposite the sound.
But they couldn't escape; every time they stopped, the sound would erupt suddenly, neither too close nor too far, as if to exhaust them to death.
"Don't run anymore; it's no use. Follow me, I have an illusion-breaking magic artifact, though I don't know if it'll work." Yang Xiao was about to take out the Ghost Lantern, focusing on the direction of the sound when Long Zi No. 41 stopped him.
