Bracing Himself, the Terrifying Xiao Bing

No one knew what Ji Yan was thinking, not even his own eerie beings.

At that moment, Liu Congming had already sneaked into the backyard of [Xiao Family Haunted House].

Xiao Bing in the front yard received the notification immediately.

His eyelids lifted slightly. "A sneaky rat."

"Warning, player! You are entering another haunted house's territory. [Xiao Family Haunted House] has marked your infiltration as an 'eerie invasion.' You may be attacked. Please be careful—"

As soon as the Game Panel finished its warning, Liu Congming, who had infiltrated the backyard, noticed the air speeding up.

Eerie energy surged and spread like a flood. Haunted house eerie beings crawled out from every courtyard, countless pairs of scarlet, greedy eyes locking onto Liu Congming, the intruder!

Yet not a single eerie being attacked Liu Congming.

Because they had not received permission from Xiao Bing, their "master."

The eerie beings tacitly cleared a path. At its end, Xiao Bing sat with one leg crossed over the other, his posture lazy.

On either side of him stood two Level 9 Spirit Tablet Ghosts, like loyal servants, respectfully waiting.

Xiao Bing looked down at Liu Congming as though he were an ant. His voice was calm, yet it carried an invisible pressure.

"[Liu's Haunted House] has been completely swallowed up. A homeless dog with nowhere to go, yet you still have your eye on my territory."

"I'm curious. Who gave you the nerve?"

"Neither Jiang Ziyang nor Cao Yi wants to stand against me. Where does your confidence come from?"

There was no chill in Xiao Bing's eyes.

Only the amused interest one might show toward a weak creature.

Liu Congming stared at Xiao Bing, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "That look... Oil Lamp Ghost was right. It really is you!"