After Beidao finished speaking, he added, "Of course, we won't wait forever. Whether it's the grudge or Zhu Tong's group, once one of them arrives, we'll leave immediately."
Everyone nodded. Then, the cold, dim room reeking of rot fell into dead silence. They waited patiently, waiting...
Suddenly, at some point, Lian Nishang sprang up and shouted, "Watch out!" A long streak of black light flashed from her waist and darted beneath the sofa where Zeng Fei, Wang Ning, Tan Shengge, and Beidao were sitting like a spirit snake. Then she yanked hard, tearing a pale white mass out from beneath the sofa and smashing it into the blood-splattered wall with a bang.
Zeng Fei, Wang Ning, Tan Shengge, and Beidao each sprang away from the sofa, their gazes locking onto the pale white mass.
In the dim light, the first thing they saw was a ghastly pale, childish face. Its pitch-black eyes formed a particularly stark contrast against its white complexion. It was a naked little boy. Half of his body was embedded in the blood-stained wall as he stared expressionlessly at everyone in the room.
Suddenly, the stiff facial muscles on that pale face moved, revealing a smile that could only be described as radiant... a smile without a sound!
That smile alone struck everyone in the chest like a punch.
"Courting death!" Lian Nishang shouted as she yanked hard on the Soul-Seizing Whip. But in that instant, the pale little boy vanished. Naturally, her pull caught nothing.
Qian Qianqian clutched Yin Kuang's arm as an inexplicable chill rose in her heart. "Just... just now, I couldn't sense his presence at all. Yin Kuang, did you sense him?" Yin Kuang shook his head gravely, then looked at the others. "Did any of you sense him?"
What unsettled Yin Kuang