Lying

Their argument had been loud enough to sound like they didn't care whether they lived or died. Even the bell couldn't cover it up, and the "White Ghost" wandering in the back courtyard noticed them at once.

By the time the White Ghost charged straight at them on legs with no kneecaps, they had already rushed into the safe room, grappling all the way. The door slammed shut behind them.

Since it had watched them enter, the White Ghost didn't leave.

The bell trembled, forming an invisible protective formation between its four eaves. The White Ghost couldn't get inside, and instinctively hated the bell, so it could only bend down and press the only part of its body with any color—its pitch-black eyeball—against the window lattice.

It peered through a hole in the lattice and stared at them grimly.

It watched as the two furious men let go of each other as soon as the door closed, seeming to calm down in an instant.

The White Ghost couldn't feel doubt or think. It simply stared at them resentfully, without blinking.

Inside the room, Yu Xing released his hold and patted the front of Zhao Yijiu's shirt with a hint of apology.

"That necklace of yours is sturdy. I didn't even manage to break it."

"If you had, you'd have to pay me back." Zhao Yijiu relaxed completely and looked around, ignoring the eyeball outside the window. This time, he was protected inside the room, so the White Ghost's gaze couldn't hurt him.

If that was the case, it could eavesdrop and spy all it wanted.

Since no one used this room, it was still covered in dust. It was also completely empty—not even a table—so they could only stand.

But that didn't matter. They hadn't planned to rest anyway.

Ghost