The night wind howled as cold rain swept in.
Chang Nian suddenly turned her head in the corridor of the Eighteenth Floor. The Yin Yang Offering Incense was already clenched between her teeth, a Calendar in her right hand and a furry little white mouse pinched in her left.
The little white mouse desperately clawed at her fingers with its front paws and kicked wildly with its hind legs, struggling with all its strength to break free, but it was all in vain.
Its round black eyes were filled with terror. Its whiskers trembled wildly, revealing a row of tiny teeth as it let out miserable squeaks.
The wind flipped through the plain, ordinary Calendar, turning the black numbers one by one without stopping.
The wind continued to blow, but when Chang Nian turned around, there was no hideous ghost pressed against the back of her ear—only a dim, endless corridor.
Ignoring the wind and rain from outside, the Eighteenth Floor had always contained only her. There had not been the slightest sign of anything else moving.
Yet the lingering sound still echoed through the air, enough to make her scalp prickle.
"You..."
"You..."
"You..."
This was no illusion. A ghost had truly been crouched beside Chang Nian's ear just moments ago and uttered that threatening remark.
Chang Nian's expression shifted. Having only just arrived in the Yin World, everything was still unclear.
But the source of all this strangeness should have been that Demonic Blueprint which had suddenly appeared beneath her feet.
Her face had turned incomparably grave. After staring into the darkness for a long while, she slowly lowered her gaze to the Calendar in her palm and the snarling little white mouse.
Anything Chang Nian would take out without hesitation at a critical moment was naturally no