The three of them, including Yu Wenxuan, held their breath, nervously listening to the sounds outside the alley.
Yu Wenxuan quietly grasped a dagger in his hand, leaning against the wall.
This time... Bai Yanliang guessed correctly.
However, even though he didn't guess the ghost's intentions right, Yu Wenxuan didn't regret his decision at all.
If time could go back, and he had to choose again, he would still choose the path on the left.
If he chose the right path... then he wouldn't be Yu Wenxuan.
Outside the alley.
In the dark dirt road, an eerie figure crawled on the ground, approaching steadily.
A twisted shadow was cast on the wall; the three of them could clearly see that the thing on the ground seemed to be lifting its head, looking at the old house.
Wait... a shadow?!
Yu Wenxuan's face changed, he gripped the dagger tightly and looked down immediately.
