The thing was very short, holding a thick rope for taking lives in one hand and something square in the other.
In the deep darkness of night, it was hard to make out.
Only the Mental Value above its head flickered, radiating dazzling light:
140.
It matched the current Mental Value of their Companion Stone House.
That was both good and bad news. The neighbor's Mental Value wasn't higher than theirs, which should mean they weren't facing certain death.
But it wasn't lower, either, so getting through this easily would be difficult.
As it approached, Lu Mi saw that what it held was actually a perfectly ordinary little stool.
Bang!
The next second, the stool slammed into the glass window, hammering cracks into it.
Bang! Bang!
After several more blows, glass shards scattered across the floor.
The stool was lowered, and soon a pair of scarlet eyes appeared on the other side of the door.
With the glass broken, the neighbor could look into the house without any obstruction. It was unsettling.
"What's going on?" Zhong Zixian rose worriedly. "That window shouldn't be breakable."
Lu Mi met those red eyes. "It's the kid I fed egg tarts to on the first day. It must be able to damage the house because its Mental Value is the same as ours."
Of course Zhong Zixian remembered that child. He had interacted with it himself.
But tonight, Red Eyes didn't seem as easy to appease as before.
"Ten egg tarts. Want them?"
Lu Mi had even bought them in advance and waved them beside the window, which no longer had glass protecting it.
With a smell that delicious, surely this little glutton would be tempted senseless?
Red Eyes reached out a shriveled, charred little hand and grabbed the egg tarts.
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