In the pitch-black street, Amber's cry was exceptionally shrill and unsettling, as if she had encountered a nemesis.
Shen Bai knew full well that when Amber cried out, it meant a supernatural presence was nearby.
And now, after peering through the narrow crack in the door and seeing the scene inside, even an ordinary person would know a supernatural event was taking place.
Shen Bai didn't hesitate. In his eyes, a supernatural presence was Evil Qi.
Shen Bai drew Cold Moon from his waist, holding it ready.
Shen Bai lifted his foot and kicked the old door.
The bolt behind the door was shattered by his kick.
By the light of the moon, Shen Bai stepped inside.
As he stepped into the house, he found commoners wandering around the old, cramped room as if they were sleepwalking.
There were no traces of the supernatural; it looked just like ordinary sleepwalking.
But Shen Bai knew this was no ordinary sleepwalking.
