"Did you find anything unusual?"
"No. We checked this entire table. Other than the few things placed on it, there was nothing else worth noting."
Zhang Qing and Wan Tong carefully searched the wooden table.
Having ruled out any other suspicious spots, the two of them turned their attention back to the notebook on the table.
The writing was like indecipherable symbols. No matter how they flipped through it, they could not make out its contents.
Yet, out of caution, they did not dare take any of the items away casually, afraid of breaking some kind of balance and making the situation here even worse.
"If we haven't found anything else, then we shouldn't waste time here. We should look for another way out and find a way to leave this cursed place," Wan Tong said.
"No rush. If we go out now, we'll definitely run into Yang Jian. This place is very well hidden. I believe we can avoid Yang Jian's attack, so we should stay here for a few days and leave after things settle down."
Zhang Qing had the opposite idea. He believed this was an excellent shelter.
Though it looked dangerous and bizarre, it was relatively safe.
Yang Jian would never be able to find this place.
"That works too. By the way, how is Liu Baimu doing? He probably won't last much longer like this." Wan Tong looked at the pale human head on the table.
Liu Baimu's eyes were shut tight. His aura was cold, and he was completely still, as though he were already dead.
"I won't last long. Without a body, relying solely on the pendulum clock's curse to delay my death won't work. That Yang Jian was truly ruthless. He directly used a Supernatural Item against me and gave me no