I Only Sell Murder Houses

Anning and I hid in a side room.

We were safe for the moment, but I was deeply worried about Meng Yifan.

Seventh Master and Song Xiaotian were probably fine. But Meng Yifan was even less capable than Anning or me. If those ghosts caught him, his chances of survival would be slim.

After resting briefly, I told Anning to hide in the room while I took the saber outside to search.

But the moment I opened the door, before I could step out, footsteps approached.

I quickly closed it again. Through the crack, I saw a man. He was not one of ours, but one of Du Yunting’s people.

He appeared to be searching for somewhere to hide and was heading toward our room.

Du Yunting’s people were all stronger than me. I was no match for him.

If he came inside, Anning and I would be in danger.