Elsewhere, the Thin-lipped Intruder entered a bedroom and rummaged through boxes and cabinets in search of what he wanted.
Bang!
Halfway through his search, the door was pushed open, and the Lich Old Man strode inside.
The intruder jolted in alarm.
The Lich Old Man glanced at him and said coldly, "Are you going to fall down on your own, or do you need my help? Time is short. Choose quickly and don't waste it."
"Ah?" The intruder was somewhat stunned by the Lich Old Man's words, but he quickly came to his senses. With no intention of fighting, he decisively charged toward the window.
But in the next moment, his movements suddenly stalled. Unable to control himself, he fell to the floor with a thud. Turning his head, he discovered that at some point, his ankle had been wrapped in a dense mass of black vapor.
Then he saw more black vapor condense into a Black Sickle before the Lich Old Man. Gripping it, the Lich Old Man mercilessly smashed it down at him.
"Ah, no—bang!"
After a brief cry, the Lich Old Man dragged him out by the leg.
Elsewhere.
The third intruder was doing the same thing as his companions in another room.
Eight-Armed Skeleton A Nan stood silently in the corner, watching him do it all—he had already been standing there for more than ten seconds.
A Nan had originally planned to wait for the other party to notice him, then naturally make his move. Who knew the man would be so absorbed in his work? Coupled with A Nan's naturally inconspicuous body, unless one looked carefully, he seemed like nothing more than a strange decorative specimen. The man's gaze swept over him several times without noticing anything and continued searching.
A Nan felt a little