Upon hearing these words, Yang Xiao and the others became solemn. There was no point in trying to dissuade any further.
Before Yang Xiao could say anything, suddenly, a jarring clanging of a wooden clapper broke the silence of the night, carrying far into the distance. For some reason, upon hearing the sound, Yang Xiao and the others felt not the least bit of excitement or elation, only an endless sense of oppression.
The sound of the wooden clapper was too dull, as if a corpse was weighing on them.
"It's Lu Youcheng coming back!" Quan Doufeng, who was squatting in the corner outside the door, jogged over and reported to Yang Xiao and the others excitedly through the door.
"What's that ghost shouting about? Even if he comes back, he can't open the door for you. It's the rule!" Tong Han didn't have much patience for Quan Doufeng and acted with precise control, treating the ghost outside as if it were truly Quan Doufeng.