"Fuck!!"
Zhou Yue's face instantly turned green.
This was where someone had died in the last round!
And a basement was dark and damp by nature, carrying an unnatural, oppressive air.
"No, wait... It hasn't been five minutes yet. The ghost can't make a move!"
Zhou Yue reacted quickly, mustered his courage, and headed up the stairs to push the door.
However, it did not budge.
"Old Zhong, are you holding the door shut from outside? Not letting me out?"
Zhou Yue's first thought was that Zhong Yi was getting back at him for what he had done last round.
"Come on, you're already a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator. Be more broad-minded, don't be so petty..."
He knocked for ages, but there was not the slightest response from outside.
Zhou Yue was utterly depressed.
The iron gate looked as though it had been welded shut.
Who knew who had done it...
Meanwhile,
Zhou Yue keenly sensed that the temperature around him seemed to have dropped even lower.
"Fuck... Why do I feel like the ghost is right beside me..."
Master bedroom.
Zhou Qiaoling curiously looked at the bone slip engraved with Heavenly Net in her hand, unable to figure out its effect no matter how she thought about it.
"Heavenly Net? Could it be something that traps ghosts for a period of time?"
Zhong Yi, who had rushed over after hearing the news, analyzed the divination sign.
"Then why isn't it auspicious? Why is it a neutral sign instead, neither lucky nor unlucky?"
Zhou Qiaoling was still quite frustrated.
"Ah, forget it, forget it. I'm not thinking about it anymore—let's draw another one!"
With that, she eagerly pulled another bone slip from the divination tube.
This time, the image became a graveyard. From countless coffins stretched one withered