Yang Jian, trapped at the boundary between reality and illusion, heard a familiar sound.
It was the low growl of the vicious dog.
Yet when Yang Jian looked around, he did not see the vicious dog. Still, this was a good sign. At least it confirmed that the vicious dog had arrived rather than vanishing without a trace like before.
"Can the vicious dog do anything to get me out of here?"
Yang Jian was not entirely sure.
Even if the vicious dog was a supernatural entity tied to consciousness, that did not mean it was invincible in that regard. There might be supernatural forces stronger than it.
If the vicious dog could not help him now, Yang Jian felt that he might truly be trapped here for the rest of his life.
"Wait a little longer. Supernatural confrontations take time." Yang Jian calmed himself and waited.
At least there was hope now. That was far better than before.
At this moment, Yang Jian was not the only one waiting. Wang Shanshan and Liu Qi were waiting as well, though they did not have his patience, because something was wrong with the wooden house.
Strange activity came from the silent lower floor.
The sound was bizarre. It was like someone was rapidly running back and forth, hurried yet muffled. It also sounded like something was quickly crawling across the floor. The noise moved nearer and farther away, and sometimes it even seemed to be at the staircase, but fortunately, it had not come up the stairs.
"That definitely isn't a living person. It's most likely a ghost. That ghost was locked inside the coffin before. I don't know whether the blood or my bringing the vicious dog in disturbed it, but it's wandering downstairs now. It could come upstairs at