The sixth day had arrived—the day of the funeral procession.
That was what Yang Jian called it.
After this day arrived, nothing unusual happened in the old house. The only thing that felt off was that the ghosts within it were dispersing. Those terrifying things seemed to have lost their targets and began wandering away.
The crisis was slowly fading.
Yang Jian saw the blurry ghostly figure on the wall leaving as well. The ghost walked along the wall, heading out of the old house. It finally vanished at the courtyard, seemingly leaving directly through the opening there.
The blurry ghostly figures were also dispersing. He could vaguely see them swaying as they gradually scattered and left.
"The ghost is leaving." Old Eagle looked at the black die before him.
After rolling once, it landed on one point and never moved again.
The ghost that played the dice game had left. It was unclear whether it had forcibly broken away from the game or whether Old Eagle had won, prompting it to follow the rules and leave.
But none of that mattered.
They had finally endured this terrifying day.
Liu Qingqing frowned. She had survived without being attacked. The rice in her hand had already been eaten, and some supernatural power had protected her from being targeted by the ghosts.
"The ghosts are leaving. I can feel the supernatural interference nearby growing weaker and weaker," Yang Jian said directly from within the Ghost Domain.
The fifth layer of the Ghost Domain.
It isolated everything. Only an exceptionally powerful ghost could invade it.
But now, not only were no ghosts invading, there was no supernatural presence even within the third layer of the Ghost Domain.
Seeing this, Yang Jian immediately withdrew from the fifth layer. He did not retract the Ghost