The paper figures might have looked thin and fragile, as though a poke would tear right through them, but their climbing speed was no joke. Using both hands and feet, they scrambled up to the second floor.
When Jian Ran rushed out of the Mountain Villa and looked back, the walls were already densely covered with paper figures.
Cold moonlight cascaded down like a waterfall, coating them in silvery white and making the bloodless paper look even more eerie and chilling. It felt exactly like stepping into a traditional Chinese horror film.
Jian Ran was in no hurry. With two deft turns of his wrist, he twirled the peachwood sword, ready to recite a few Taoist ghost-banishing incantations. But the next second, he spotted Lu Yanting strolling out through the entrance.
He looked utterly at ease, like a tourist coming out in high spirits to admire the night scenery.
Jian Ran said, "...What did you come out here for?!"
"I was worried you might get hurt," Lu Yanting said with a smile, his expression unchanged.
"Me?" Jian Ran pointed at his face with his free hand. "I'd get hurt?"
"You should worry about yourself instead."
As he spoke, a paper figure appeared from somewhere and lunged straight at Lu Yanting. Jian Ran's expression instantly changed. In his urgency, he swung the peachwood sword, slashing out a streak of golden light.
It happened so suddenly, and he was so worried, that he completely missed Lu Yanting's little movement.
The latter discreetly drew back the leg he had extended...
"Bro, you're my big brother, all right?!" Having dealt with the paper figure, Jian Ran looked back at Lu Yanting helplessly. "Hurry back inside, or I'll get distracted."
"Tonight's big boss hasn't even shown up yet!"
He pleaded earnestly, trying to push Lu