Junior Brother, Senior Brother is Coming In!

"Junior Brother, save me!"

The last voice was clearly hurried, even trembling, as if the person outside the door was in some kind of crisis.

But Yang An's focus wasn't on that, but on the identity of the speaker.

Sixth Senior Brother?

Due to his lack of knowledge about the disciples within the sect, Yang An naturally couldn't believe the other party's words.

Who would visit so late at night, and then immediately beg for help?

There were no normal people in the Fate Crane Sect. Even if this Sixth Senior Brother was real, he was definitely not normal.

So Yang An said without thinking:

"Since it's Sixth Senior Brother visiting, Junior Brother should naturally welcome you. However, it's already late. How about we wait until tomorrow morning to catch up?"

If the other party understood human language, they would know he was clearly refusing and would leave if they were sensible.

If they weren't sensible, then Yang An would have to call for help...

But upon hearing Yang An's words, the person outside the door became very agitated, their hands beginning to pound on the door with force.

"No! Junior Brother!"

"You're the only one who can save me now! You must save me! Master wants to kill me! I can't trust anyone in the sect, they're all crazy, they're all Master's puppets!

Save me, Junior Brother! Please!"

The person outside seemed very anxious, wanting to enter the room but unable to, only able to beg Yang An by pounding on the door.

This series of urgent knocks made Yang An feel annoyed, but more so, it sent chills down his spine.

What the guy was saying sounded so creepy.

Although he didn't know if what he said was true or false, Yang An would definitely remain skeptical first.

If he couldn't even trust the other party's identity, how could he easily believe what he said?

"Senior Brother! I know you're in a hurry, but please calm down!

Junior Brother has only just joined Master's sect, and my cultivation is still shallow. Even if I wanted to help you, I'm afraid I'm willing but unable. Senior Brother, perhaps you could try finding someone else?"

In any case, until he figured out the other party's identity and confirmed whether their words were true or false, Yang An didn't want to get involved, nor did he have the ability to.

But even after Yang An said this, the person outside was still persistent, frantically knocking on the door.

"Junior Brother, listen to me, you can definitely help me. This is very simple.

I've been sealed in a coffin by Master. If you come and help me remove the curse seals on the coffin, you can save me!

Please, save me!"

"..."

You said you were sealed in a coffin, so how did you come out to knock on my door? Isn't that practically admitting you're lying?

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother is unable to help. You should find someone else."

This time, Yang An refused without a second thought.

He was prepared; if this guy continued, he would call for help.

Regardless of what he said, his current actions were already making Yang An feel threatened, so he couldn't believe his words.

Yang An's clear refusal seemed to have an effect.

The person outside heard Yang An's words, and the knocking gradually weakened, the area outside the door quickly becoming quiet.

Did he leave?

Yang An waited quietly for a while. When no more sounds came, he figured the guy had probably left, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He hadn't been able to sleep before, and now with this incident, he couldn't possibly sleep peacefully.

Now that he had calmed down and the sense of threat was gone, he could think about what the person had said.

Was this person really Sixth Senior Brother?

Or should he subtly probe Second Senior Brother tomorrow when he saw him?

He wanted to be cautious; this Fate Crane Sect was too strange.

With that thought, Yang An decided to find something heavy to drag and brace the door, just in case.

To prevent that guy from coming back, seeing the door shaking under the forceful knocking, he felt a sense of crisis that the person outside might break in at any moment.

Even though it wouldn't be much use if they really broke in, it would at least give him some peace of mind.

Yang An first moved closer to the door and listened carefully. The outside had indeed become quiet again, and only then did he feel relieved and prepare to drag a cabinet from the corner.

But just as he took two steps, the door suddenly made a thump, as if someone had slammed their hand heavily against it.

Yang An's body instantly tensed. The dimming flames and Buddha Light on him instantly reignited.

This guy didn't leave?!

"Junior Brother! Are you really going to stand by and do nothing?"

The voice outside the door sounded again, but this time its tone had turned icy cold compared to before.

The palpable sense of threat made Yang An's heart skip a beat.

This guy really isn't a good person!

No, he needs to call for help!

It didn't matter if others could hear him; as long as he could create enough noise, perhaps someone would come.

But just as he was about to shout for help...

Bang!

The door was suddenly struck with immense force. The bolt snapped, and plaster rained down. The previously tightly shut door was flung open from the outside.

"Junior Brother, if you keep this up, Senior Brother will have to come in!"

As the voice echoed again, in the deep, dark night, a shadowy figure, whose face was obscured, stood outside the opened door.

The next moment, the shadow lunged towards Yang An!

Damn it!!

Yang An jolted awake in bed, gasping for air, realizing he was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked.

His first instinct was to look towards the door. He then noticed that daylight had already broken outside. The door remained shut, and no one was there.

Was that... a dream?

When did I fall asleep?

His heart pounded wildly, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the dream.

What he had seen in the dream felt too real. The sense of danger had felt like a vise gripping his throat, and the shadow's final lunge had almost suffocated him.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Yang An let out a long sigh, rubbed his temples, and got out of bed, intending to open the door to get some fresh air.

Wait!

He suddenly stopped, remembering something.

I've never even met Sixth Senior Brother, so how could I have dreamed about him for no reason?!

This dream is strange!

Recalling every detail of the dream, the room's layout was exactly the same as in reality, with no changes.

But the voice of Sixth Senior Brother in the dream was completely unfamiliar to him. He hadn't even seen what Sixth Senior Brother looked like by the end.

No matter how bizarre a dream might be, it should at least be based on things he had seen in reality, with corresponding references.

Thinking this, Yang An was certain that this was no ordinary dream.

No! He had to ask Second Senior Brother!

He pushed open the door. In the courtyard outside, several Corpse Slaves were still dutifully guarding the entrance, their positions unchanged.

"Fu Gui, go and invite Second Senior Brother here for me."

Upon receiving Yang An's command, the Corpse Slave he had named Fu Gui immediately obeyed and set off.

Not long after, Second Senior Brother Fu Ming arrived at Yang An's residence, his face still pale and sickly, coughing as he walked.

He saw Yang An's troubled expression as soon as he entered.

"What's wrong? What happened?"