Yang Jian stood before the open doors of the old house, deep in thought.
What had happened today was strange and unusual: the old house's doors opening, the white lanterns hanging on them, and that frantic knocking.
Those details were enough to prove that everything in the old house was undergoing some terrifying change.
Though the danger had yet to reveal itself, it was only the first day, and the signs were already deeply unsettling.
"The cleaver can trigger a medium and reveal part of the truth from earlier." Yang Jian tightly gripped the cracked spear in his hand.
He stared at the densely packed handprints covering the doors.
The sight reminded him of the bloody handprints in the Caesar Hotel.
But after everything he had experienced, Yang Jian was no longer so reckless. He knew that some mediums left behind by ghosts could not be triggered carelessly. Triggering certain mediums could bring about grave consequences.
So Yang Jian weighed his options and hesitated.
Should he risk triggering the medium to find the source of the knocking, or pretend nothing had happened and return to the room to continue passing the time?
It was not that he could not make up his mind.
When faced with a terrifying supernatural incident, any single decision could affect the entire situation.
This was not a game. There would be no second chance. One wrong step could ruin everything.
Even though Yang Jian had now become an anomaly and could restart, he still did not dare make careless mistakes.
"I should take a risk. If I stay in the room and do nothing, I might not make it through the first seven days safely either." Yang Jian's nature prevailed over his reason.
He wanted to try, to seize the initiative. He did not like