"It's here!"
Upon hearing the cry, Zhang Shan's face turned deathly pale, and his body began to tremble.
The cry was indeed eerie. First, it rose from the west, then from the east, followed swiftly by the north and south.
Old Zhou's expression grew solemn, and he reached for a cloth bag he carried.
"Surround sound, huh," Su Xuan murmured with a slight frown.
He wasn't afraid. His mental fortitude had been strengthened by the system, making him difficult to frighten. Besides, he had the woman in red protecting him.
"Hmph, let this old man see what you really are!"
Old Zhou had already taken a small black bottle from his cloth bag. He dipped two willow leaves into the viscous liquid inside, placed them on his eyelids, and then looked around.
"What is that stuff?" Su Xuan couldn't help but ask.
