Ancient House Eerie Old Man, Bronze Eyeglasses Born

Burning Death Eerie said, "That old hag isn't dead..." Burning Death Eerie shook his head, and the taste of having his soul snatched was extremely uncomfortable.

"Not dead, but enough of a hassle for a while."

Ji Yan spoke. The Dark Order energy storage of the [Ring of Dark Flash] dealt "super-physical" damage. Even with absolute dodging and defense, there would inevitably be some trauma.

"If Spirit of the Pen does as I say, there probably won't be any problems."

"Take me." Ji Yan spoke to Burning Death Eerie, taking out a healing eerie item to repair the injuries on his right hand. [Frozen to Death Ghoul] was easy to fully recover, unlike player identities which were troublesome and messy.

He needed to check the situation on the lower floor, primarily still thinking about that black box.

[Rare Grade] quality!

Not coveting that would mean pretending too much.

Burning Death Eerie grabbed Ji Yan by the shoulder, lightning flashed, dormant winds surged and roared, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the lower floor.

Here, it was a complete mess.

Yet amidst the mess, Spirit of the Pen and Tianma were nowhere to be seen.

"How are they... all gone?"

Burning Death Eerie was stunned. The battlefields on both sides hadn't been far apart, and just a few minutes ago he had still heard the commotion from this side, only to be separated by billowing dust and smoke.

Yet in the blink of an eye, there was not a single trace of movement left here.

"The scent is still lingering." Regarding the sense of smell, Burning Death Eerie was considered quite sensitive.

Ji Yan didn't speak. The contract was still in effect, which meant Spirit of the Pen was still around.

Passing through a collapsed area, Ji Yan