"Pop!"
With a faint sound, like a bubble being punctured, Di Yang felt the weight on his body suddenly lift, and the icy chill rapidly receded.
Immediately afterward, a shrill, piercing howl exploded beside his ear! It lasted only an instant, cutting off abruptly as though someone had suddenly seized the creature by the throat.
Almost at the very moment the sinister presence dissipated-
"Bang!!"
With a tremendous crash, someone smashed straight through the window from outside!
Amid flying wood splinters, a figure burst inside with a righteous, furious shout: "How dare an evil spirit harm the innocent!"
The newcomer was a middle-aged Daoist dressed in a deep blue robe. Holding a black wooden sword, he swiftly swept the room with a bright, blazing gaze.
Yet the scene of an evil spirit harming someone that he had expected was nowhere to be found.
Apart from a trembling boy and an exceedingly faint trace of lingering chill in the air, the room held nothing else.
The Daoist frowned. He strode to the bedside, looked at the still-shaken Di Yang, and asked gravely, "Young layman, are you all right? I sensed evil energy gathering here while I was nearby and came to investigate. Where is the thing that attacked you?"
Di Yang stared blankly at the Daoist who had suddenly burst in, then instinctively glanced at his middle finger, which was still oozing blood. He opened his mouth but could not get a word out.
For humans, nothing in this world was more dangerous than nightfall. Darkness harbored every terror and unknown, any one of which could plunge a person into eternal ruin.
Yet this middle-aged man dressed as a Daoist actually dared to venture out at night. He was either a madman or one of those extraordinary individuals of rumor whose