"It's here."
Aunt edged closer to her nephew, nervously clutching his arm with pursed lips and a body taut with tension.
She looked like she was trying hard to be brave, yet was still terrified.
"Don't be afraid." Zhang Yuanqing gently freed himself from Aunt's grasp and instructed, "Crouch by the bed. Don't stay with them."
He had his own selfish motives for saying that. If the Werewolf charged into the cabin, its first target would definitely be the people gathered together.
That way, Aunt, hiding on the other side, would be safe. Of course, he would do his best to stop the Werewolf from harming the civilians.
Though he had no idea whether he was capable of it. Zhang Yuanqing mocked himself inwardly.
A Dominator-level item would already require him to give his all just to protect Aunt. In his spirit form, his methods and abilities were limited. Protecting his family had to come first.
Watching Jiang Yu'er obediently curl up beside the bed, Zhang Yuanqing gave a satisfied shushing gesture. Aunt's greatest virtue was her obedience. Though she often put on airs as an elder in front of him, when it came to serious matters, she was always compliant.
When she got married someday, she would definitely be an obedient little wife.
Zhang Yuanqing strode toward the fireplace and warned in a low voice, "None of you speak."
Under the intimidation of the Golden Mask, the six people nodded repeatedly.
At that moment, heavy footsteps stopped outside the door. Beyond it lay pitch-black silence.
Inside, everyone stared fearfully at the wooden door, huddled together like chicks and scarcely daring to breathe.
For some unknown reason, the monster outside did not break down the door.
An eerie silence fell over the cabin and the darkness outside.
Ordinary people had