As soon as they stepped out of the entryway, Bai Zhi'er caught sight of a black figure swiftly flying towards them from the right.
She immediately raised her hand to block, and before the shadow could touch her, it was abruptly bounced back by the golden light surrounding her.
"Whoa!" Tang Qian exclaimed, "Is that a person or a monster?"
The black shadow was none other than Lin Wan, who had been injured and unconscious during the day.
At this moment, she was on the ground using all four limbs in a bizarre posture, her neck crooked at an angle no normal person could achieve, drool trailing down her mouth.
Her state was both desolate and frantic, her features somewhat distorted.
Her forehead still bore the bright red mark from where she had hit it during the day, and with the violent movements, the wound bled anew.
Cheng Xiao clung to Tang Qian's arm, trembling, "Quick... Let's get out of here!"
Bai Zhi'er turned her head, "Close the door."
