The Time Pocket Watch

As night fell, the atmosphere grew even more sinister and terrifying than it had been during the day. Not a glimmer lit the dark sky. Only the dim yellow streetlights cast mottled shadows, while terrified screams rang out now and then from the depths of the darkness.

Ye Zhao sat by the second-floor window, munching on an apple as she watched the gray-black night outside and the faintly lit high-rises in the distance.

With the Divine Statues guarding the area, it was a rare, peaceful night. Nothing strange came knocking, so Ye Zhao yawned, hugged her watermelon knife, and fell into a deep sleep.

Who knew that halfway through the night, she would be jolted awake by a piercing cry for help? A large group of survivors had appeared in the empty plaza, rushing toward the villa. But the farther they ran, the heavier their steps became. Some had already collapsed onto the ground, their faces red from the immense gravity pressing down on them as they struggled to crawl on all fours.

"Help! Somebody help!"

"Open the door! Please, let us in! Let us hide inside! Our house can't keep them out anymore..."

"Waaah, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Help! Can anyone save me?"

"..."

Tu'an appeared out of thin air at her side. Looking out the window, he said, "The Guest Ghosts seem stronger than before."

"How can you tell?" Ye Zhao asked.

"Cracks have appeared on the Divine Statues outside your door."

"...Spatial Ability is amazing!"

She was jealous. She wanted it too.

Without another word, Ye Zhao hurriedly copied Spatial Ability and sensed the area around her. Good grief, it was true. The Divine Statues surrounding the villa really were cracking. At this rate, they would hold out for two hours