Third floor.
Wan Ling, Li Xin, and Zhou Ping sat outside the room, silent.
As time passed second by second, night gradually fell without them noticing. The lights inside the room were bright, and everything remained as usual. Nothing had changed.
But out in the hallway, some unusual sounds slowly began to appear.
First came the sound of a child's footsteps running past the door. Right after that, a pair of high heels chased after them, as if an adult were pursuing a mischievous child.
After the sounds disappeared at the end of the hallway, a series of thump! Thump! Thump! sounds soon came from nearby.
The sound was dull, with a hollow quality to it.
It sounded as if someone was violently smashing their head against the door of a room.
After a while.
The banging stopped.
But they did not hear the main door being smashed open either. They did not know whether whoever was outside had given up or was preparing to use another method to open the door.
Zhou Ping's face had gone somewhat pale, while Wan Ling and Li Xin remained calm.
They were merely supernatural phenomena.
As long as nothing broke through the door, there was no need to worry too much.
Soon.
After all that activity, the hallway returned to a certain calm, and every sound vanished without a trace.
It was at that moment.
Suddenly.
The television placed against the wall opposite the large bed emitted a burst of static. Without any warning or anyone operating it, it powered on by itself.
"It's here—"
The three of them tensed, immediately realizing that the change inside the room they had previously anticipated had arrived.
"It's eleven o'clock at night. According to ancient timekeeping, that means we've already entered Zi Shi. And Zi Shi