The next moment, a sinister figure slowly rose from the shadows of the living room. He moved his gaze through the darkness, silently surveying this seemingly ordinary living room.
"His scent disappeared right here. Did he use that teleportation skill to leave again? No, it's possible he's still here, just using some method to conceal his form."
Ke Xiaomo's face was expressionless as he observed in the darkness for a full five seconds.
His figure slowly merged into the shadows, wandering shadows appearing successively in the rooms of the house, as if a pitch-black owl had flown through every corner.
In the end, he was forced to enter the bathroom where the old lady was, hiding behind the door's shadow to watch her movements.
Could that strange man from before have possessed this woman using some ability? Ke Xiaomo thought, and after a long while, he shook his head.
"Has he escaped..."
