The bell rang!
At the same time, Yang Jian, outside the old house, finally heard a bell ring.
This bell had come quite a long time after the previous one. Clearly, it was not a timekeeping bell, but someone had been forced to restart.
That meant Wang Chaling and Li Jun, who had entered the old house, had driven some enemy into a corner, forcing them to restart to protect themselves. Otherwise, if the enemy had killed Li Jun or Wang Chaling, there would have been no need to restart.
So this bell was not bad news, but good news.
Yang Jian stood atop the building, holding a cracked spear.
The gale atop the high-rise lashed against him. His entire body was ice-cold, devoid of any living warmth, yet he remained motionless like a statue. His Ghost Eye watched the inside and outside of the old house, waiting for the enemy to appear.
Because if the enemy had been forced to restart, then their next move would definitely be to flee the old house and enter Dadong City.
And that would be his chance to act.
Beside him, Xiong Wenwen was bored. He was teasing the Ghost Child, having somehow found a branch and poking it against the Ghost Child's body, seemingly studying the dangerous little thing.
The Ghost Child also remained motionless, merely tilting its head slightly as it looked at Xiong Wenwen.
Its pupil-less red eyes carried an almost innocent expression, yet beneath that innocence lurked a subtle savagery, merely hidden and suppressed.
"Something's happening."
Suddenly.
At that moment, Yang Jian saw a figure abruptly appear within the darkness beyond the old house's gate.
"Stop playing. Time to work." Yang Jian spoke, and his gaze instantly turned grave.
The supernatural presence within the old house remained, and even