The bizarre events that occurred while Yang Jian had stepped away were apparently known only to him.
Even though they had been so close, Li Yang, Zhou Deng, Fan Xing, and Da Qiang all seemed completely unaware. They had not even heard the slightest disturbance.
However, what happened in that room had not affected the balance within the old house.
Moreover, the room had now vanished, and all hidden dangers had been eliminated. This was good news for everyone,
but only to that extent.
It had not added any dangers, nor had it provided much help. The peril of the seventh night in the old house still had to be faced by those who remained.
But now,
there were not many survivors left.
"Don't dwell on what just happened. The danger of Condolence Day is still ongoing, and this balance definitely cannot last forever. So right now, you should be more concerned about yourselves rather than useless things." Yang Jian looked at Zhou Deng as he spoke.
After getting hold of the human-skin mask, this guy had become addicted to it. He wanted to get his hands on Supernatural Items everywhere.
Zhou Deng said nothing. He merely stood there, his eyes constantly shifting.
His gaze moved away from Yang Jian and swept across the strange, motionless figures in the main hall.
How could these be people? They were all vicious ghosts. Perhaps they were not fully assembled ghosts, but they were certainly supernatural entities, not like the Ghost Slaves they had encountered before.
So, any one of the "people" here, if taken outside, would become a supernatural incident.
Yet now,
all the ghosts had gathered in one hall. The only reason they remained quiet was because of the old man inside the Red Coffin.
"There is still a long time