Our ward had four beds, occupied by Mao Jing, Pan Ling, Zhang Yuchen, and me.
Master's injuries were more serious, so he was in a two-bed ward on the floor above.
As I slept in a daze, Mao Jing's voice suddenly rang out beside me:
"Who's there?"
Hearing the trace of sternness and coldness in his voice, I instantly jolted awake from my stupor.
The moment I sat up, I saw a hedgehog jump down from the window.
Though it was only a small hedgehog, we could sense a faint demonic aura from it.
Pan Ling had already awakened as well.
Only Zhang Yuchen, beside me, was still playing the erhu.
Mao Jing, Pan Ling, and I immediately leaped out of bed, our faces filled with vigilance.
I pressed a hand against Zhang Yuchen's face. "Wake up..."
With that press, Zhang Yuchen was startled awake from his dreams as well.
Just as we were about to make our next move—
One of the three hedgehogs that had entered the room suddenly spoke.
"Everyone, don't get worked up. I'm White Four."
White Four?
I remembered that when Chen Hui had treated us to dinner before, White Four had been the middle-aged man at White Granny's side. He was also an immortal of the Bai Family.
If they were the ones who had come, there was no need to be nervous. They had to be here for the Blood Dew.
We were no longer as tense, but we still watched the three hedgehogs warily.
Then, the three hedgehogs suddenly gave off dense demonic energy. Green mist spread out and enveloped them.
As the green demonic fog slowly rose, three men appeared before us.
Looking closely, they were White Four, White Thirteen, and White Nineteen, the three men who had been at White