Lu Shenhou worried near the door. He came close to pushing it open many times, but the look Lu Yun had given him before departing gave him pause.

Creak.

The ancient door opened. Lu Yun and Qing Han emerged, each carrying two men. They’d rescued their four companions, who presently lay boneless and unconscious in their grips.

“Finally!” Lu Shenhou sighed in relief and went up to them.

“It’s safe now!” said Qing Han. Lu Shenhou responded with a nod, watching the two drop the other four in the center of the chamber. Lu Yun fished out some pills from his storage ring and fed them to their companions.

“There it is again!” Lu Shenhou cried out in fear, pointing at the door with a shaking finger.

Lu Yun looked over his shoulder. The ghost had appeared by the door again and had its eerie eye sockets fixed on him, quietly observing his every move.

“Ignore it.” Lu Yun only spared it a quick sweep of the eyes...