Then came the second one, the third one.
After that, three more women surged in, one after another, as if they hadn't seen what had happened to the previous three.
Soon, all six turned into black mist.
Yan Junze walked into the house with his umbrella, propping it open with one hand while opening the wardrobe with the other, but found no other women.
He rummaged through the clothes in the wardrobe, still finding nothing else.
Frowning, he returned to the center of the bedroom. Gradually, his gaze shifted towards the direction of the large double bed.
Taking a flashlight out of his backpack, he knelt on the floor, supporting the umbrella with one hand as he shone the flashlight underneath the bed, nearly lying flat on the ground.
As soon as the flashlight beam penetrated under the bed, Yan Junze immediately saw a pair of eyes reflecting the light, staring back at him.
