Time was slipping away by the minute and second, and Sui Chengguo's heart grew more and more anxious because there wasn't much of the Soul-Attracting Incense left—it had already burned down by two-thirds. The next second, with a soft "click," Sui Chengguo distinctly felt something appear behind him.
His writing arm suddenly turned icy cold, his wrist stiffened, and had his reaction not been swift, grabbing the writing brush with his left hand immediately, the remaining ink would have spread all over the paper. He knew the Ghost Monk had arrived, stepping on his shadow from behind.