Ye Yang sat motionless in his chair, half-closing his eyes, deaf to Chen Xiaobao's clamor.

Feng Ruoxing's face turned black with anger, wishing he could permanently silence the man with a single finger strike to his acupoint.

Although warlocks in Jianghu were considered uninhibited, they still had their bottom lines. Employers were one of them.

Employers were the warlocks' bread and butter. Without them, warlocks couldn't survive.

Warlocks could turn against their employers, but only with sufficient reason. Otherwise, in most cases, warlocks would yield to their employers.

This deal with the Chen family didn't have a clear employer, but it involved the friendship of Liangjie Tang (Two Worlds Hall).

Without Lao Liu's involvement, Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing wouldn't care about Chen Xiaobao's life or death. But with Lao Liu's friendship at stake, they couldn't abandon him.

Seeing that Ye Yang remained silent, Chen Xiaobao felt even more justified, "With the likes of you, you call yourselves experts? Only that old man Liu could exaggerate your skills."

"Two top experts who don't even take the initiative? You just sit and wait for people to come to your door? Do you need them to dig up your ancestral graves before you show some backbone?"

Ye Yang slightly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing within, "They're here!"

The moment Feng Ruoxing drew his sword, the door to the second floor of the Fengshui Residence creaked open.

The dark red door seemed to be pushed gently, creaking as it slowly opened outward until it formed a right angle with the wall, then stopped.

From below, all that could be seen was a dark doorway, and even the furniture inside was unclear.

But the more it was like this, the more frightening it became.

Chen Xiaobao was so scared that he didn't dare make a sound. He reached out to grab Feng Ruoxing's arm, but before his hand could touch him, he was swatted away.

Chen Xiaobao panicked, "What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to protect me?"

Feng Ruoxing's eyes were fixed on the second-floor door, "You can grab my clothes, but don't grab my hand."

Those who weren't true Jianghu practitioners wouldn't know what it meant to have a commoner grab your arm in a moment of crisis.

Those scenes in movies and TV shows where the protagonist could pull a companion along and move freely among ten thousand soldiers were complete nonsense.

Not to mention being surrounded on all sides, even if they only faced enemies on two sides, it would be difficult to ensure the safety of a companion who couldn't even fight back.

What's more, the other party had grabbed his arm, which was equivalent to a warrior facing the enemy with a severed limb. Defeat was inevitable.

"No!" Chen Xiaobao rushed up again, "If I grab your clothes, what if you take them off and run away? You're all so cowardly; who knows what you're capable of?"

Just as Feng Ruoxing was about to raise his hand, the sound of a door opening came from upstairs again—there were a total of four rooms on the second floor of the Fengshui Residence.

Just now, the door facing Ye Yang had been pushed open. This time, three doors opened simultaneously.

When four dark doors appeared in a row behind Ye Yang, Ye Yang said softly, "A ghostly welcome at midnight. Someone is welcoming us in."

"Only one of the four doors leads to life. Feng Ruoxing, we each choose two. Give Chen Xiaobao a knife for self-defense."

Without hesitation, Feng Ruoxing pulled out a dagger and shoved it into Chen Xiaobao's hand.

Chen Xiaobao's face paled with fear, "You're abandoning me? Are you warlocks this irresponsible?"

Ye Yang smiled, "To prove that we're not cowards, we're going to brave the ghost's lair. We can only leave this place to you."

"You're a heroic figure who spoke of killing everything in sight. You wouldn't lack the courage to stand here for a while, would you?"

"I... you..." Chen Xiaobao's legs trembled with fear, but Ye Yang had forced him into a corner with his words, and he couldn't refute him.

Ye Yang didn't want to give Chen Xiaobao a chance to argue. He slammed a palm on the table, using the force to fly backward, standing behind the second-floor railing facing downstairs.

Feng Ruoxing also landed beside Ye Yang at the same time, and the two of them flashed into the doors and disappeared.

Before leaving, Ye Yang didn't forget to tell Chen Xiaobao, "Pay attention to the oil lamp on the table. If the flame turns green, it means the ghosts have arrived."

"Feng *jiejie* (older sister)..." Just as Chen Xiaobao was about to call out, the four doors on the second floor closed simultaneously, leaving Chen Xiaobao alone in the hall of the Fengshui Residence.

Clutching the dagger, Chen Xiaobao stared intently at the doors where Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing had disappeared, his legs shaking.

His expression clearly showed that he felt someone was looking down at him from behind a wooden door.

He could even feel the coldness in their eyes.

The more he looked, the more he felt the door was moving, and he couldn't help but stare at it.

What people fear most often comes to pass.

Chen Xiaobao had only stared at the door for a while when he saw a crack appear along its edge.

Chen Xiaobao was three to five meters away from the second-floor room. In theory, he shouldn't have been able to see what was behind the door with such clarity.

But he saw a shadowy figure with long hair covering its face.