"What time is it now?"
"Three thirty in the morning."
In the rear hall of the old residence, everyone had been guarding the Red Coffin for several hours. Ever since Yang Jian had used the hatchet to dismember an unknown fierce ghost, the darkness in the old residence had retreated into the corridors on either side.
And after several hours, the darkness had not attacked again.
This showed that the dismembered fierce ghost had not recovered.
Or perhaps the ghost had been scattered apart and had not recovered its pieces, greatly weakening its supernatural power. It could no longer exert any greater influence over this old residence.
The old radio was still lying on the floor of the main hall.
Although it occasionally emitted a crackling sound, it had never received a signal, nor had it broadcast those eerie words.
They had endured the first wave of fierce ghost attacks during the first few hours of the vigil.
Though it had been dangerous, there had been no casualties. That was good news, but the price had nearly been an entire stick of incense before the coffin.
And the remaining stick of incense had to last five days.
Clearly, it would not last that long. Yang Jian believed that the final stick of incense would soon burn out.
"We should be able to survive tonight. The old residence seems to have returned to normal, and the ghosts have temporarily withdrawn. But what are we supposed to do on the third day? Since we have time now, we might as well discuss it."
Once he saw that the situation had stabilized, Old Eagle started the discussion.
They needed to decide what to do next.
There was nothing wrong with that idea. They had to prepare for danger in times of peace. If