Without him saying anything, everyone heard it too.
"Crunch—crunch—"
The crisp sound pierced through the doors and windows into everyone's ears, like a rodent gnawing on bones.
The atmosphere in the room became terribly tense, with everyone holding their breath, not daring to make a sound.
At this moment, neither Bai Yanliang nor Yu Wenxuan had a better solution.
After all, facing a "ghost," humans are naturally at a disadvantage. They are not like some novel protagonists who possess tools to counter ghosts.
Yu Wenxuan leaned his body against the gap in the door, trying to see outside through the narrow slit.
Outside was... a dark, silent courtyard, with an eerie sky, a chilling wind howling continuously outside the house, and the rustling of wind blowing through the grass in the valleys.
This village, which was supposed to be eerily quiet, suddenly became "lively" at night.
Just then, as Yu Wenxuan looked outside through the gap, his pupils suddenly contracted.
