Paper ash blew backward through the crack in the door and into the room.
The air was filled with a burnt smell, but as that smell arose, the door outside, smeared with red blood, began trembling continuously. The doorknob shook violently, as if something outside was trying to break in.
"Impossible. The ghost absolutely shouldn't have been able to find this room. The blood on the door hasn't faded yet; it should still be working." Zhu Jian was utterly shocked.
Li Yang said, "Supernatural phenomena are full of uncertainty. You think the blood on the door can block a vicious ghost's perception, but that's only under normal circumstances. In this environment, all kinds of abnormalities can occur."
Then he moved closer to the constantly shaking door, preparing to use supernatural power to block it.
"No need to block the door. Open it directly. I want to know what will happen when the curse of certain death upon opening the door confronts the ghost outside. Since the ghost has come knocking, we can't just do nothing." Yang Jian stood before the door.
"Alright."
Li Yang switched hands and raised that gaunt, aged arm again.
The moment he gripped the doorknob.
The door immediately stopped shaking, because it had now been afflicted with an even more powerful supernatural curse.
However, an ordinary door could not withstand the clash of such supernatural powers.
The door began cracking, fissures spreading across it. More and more cracks appeared, densely covering the surface, as though a light touch would make it crumble completely.
But that did not happen.
No matter how badly damaged the door became, it still remained intact.
Everyone stared intently at the door, deeply concerned about what exactly was lingering outside and refusing to leave.
Very soon.
Li Yang exerted a little force