Only after Bai Chen shook the bell a few times did the thing outside gradually stop moving.
But before long, it started knocking again.
What? Again?
And it was knocking harder this time, as though it was a little angry.
Bai Chen had no other choice. He couldn't go outside to look. Wouldn't that be asking to die?
Rule one for staying alive in a supernatural novel: don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't open doors you shouldn't open.
He continued shaking the bell, with the scented pouch the middle-aged man had given him beside him. He was certain this wouldn't end so quickly, and he had to guard against the next wave of that peculiar fragrance.
Bai Chen couldn't describe the scent. It was something like a mixture of different kinds of pollen, and smelling too much of it made him feel a little sick.
He shook the bell for about five minutes before the sounds outside gradually faded.
But Bai Chen still didn't dare let his guard down. He kept holding the bell, his other hand gripping the small knife he had bought in town.
If that thing broke in, he would have no choice but to strike it to protect himself.
It was definitely nothing friendly.
Fortunately, this time there were no more knocks outside. It seemed to have left.
Bai Chen checked the time on his phone and realized he had spent an entire hour holding off the thing outside. It was already two in the morning.
He was quite curious. What exactly was that thing outside? A person or an animal? Could it be the thing on that road Ajike had mentioned earlier?
There were too many strange tales and occurrences in Miaojiang. It was better