A Key

At nearly twelve o'clock, Yang Jian had already arrived beside the ghost cupboard ahead of time.

He did not want any accidents, so it was better to be cautious.

He checked the time. There was still half an hour left.

Yang Jian did not go anywhere. He simply sat atop the clock tower, watching the unchanged red cupboard before him and waiting for that moment to arrive. This time, he had brought the knife and made two preparations. If the ghost cupboard's task was not too demanding, he could try to complete it and leave himself a chance of survival in the future.

If the task was too harsh, he would use the strange firewood axe to split the cupboard apart tonight.

He just did not know whether the axe could chop through the cupboard so smoothly.

But judging by normal standards, metal was harder than wood. It should work.

Time passed bit by bit.

Yang Jian stared at the time. Before long, midnight arrived.

The deadline for his deal with the ghost cupboard had finally come. Too much had happened over these seven days. Surviving could be considered a miracle. If it had been anyone else, they probably would not know how many times they had died by now.

The previously still cupboard suddenly began to act strangely. Its doors trembled, as though something inside were shaking the wooden doors, trying to break free.

This had never happened before.

Clack!

The cupboard shook for a moment before abruptly falling silent. At that instant, both its upper and lower doors opened by themselves.

Thick, scarlet blood began to seep from the open gaps.

"What's going on? I clearly followed the agreement and came before the ghost cupboard. Why is it still acting strangely?" Yang Jian frowned at once and could