The door-knocking old man stood on the rooftop.
It gazed at Jiang Chen in the huge crater below.
Its deathly still eyes gave off an oppressive aura. Pure black resentment coiled around its body, interwoven with dark red curses, constantly shifting in shape like some indescribable horror.
It slowly raised a hand.
It seemed to want to knock on something.
There was clearly nothing in front of it.
Yet at that moment, Jiang Chen and Su Qiao both felt their hair stand on end. An indescribable terror surged within them, and their scalps felt ready to burst.
"Run!" Jiang Chen shouted through gritted teeth.
"The farther, the better!"
He struggled to his feet and faced the door-knocking old man despite his grievous injuries, urging Su Qiao to flee.
Su Qiao hovered at the edge of the community.
She had already decided to escape alone, but when she heard Jiang Chen's words and saw him facing a formidable enemy despite his wretched injuries...
The sight seemed to touch something within her.
Soon, she seemed to make a decision. Her figure flashed, turning into a blood-red afterimage.
In the blink of an eye, she appeared before Jiang Chen.
Even Jiang Chen froze for a moment.
The speed she displayed actually surpassed Zhang Chunyu's earlier speed.
The speed of a true blood-clad ghost?!
He seemed to understand why Su Qiao knew the secrets of almost everyone in the community.
After reaching him, the little girl scooped him up without a word and fled into the distance at incredible speed.
Jiang Chen froze.
"No, I told you to run. I'm not running."
Su Qiao gave a rare reply, her voice cold and stern, completely unlike Su Ling's.
"If we leave, we leave together!"
As she understood it, Jiang Chen meant to hold off this