Through the window that I opened when I sneaked in in the evening, I looked at the bright full moon in the dark sky outside.
Mu Yuan recalled what Chi Mo said before he left:
"Oh, Ghost Lord, today is the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, and the gates of hell are wide open. If you and Brother Mu Ling are okay, go to bed early."
Owuu~~~~!
The beastman Zhang Dalin was obviously awake, and there was some anger in his shouting, which echoed far away.
Mu Yuan clenched the small box in his hand, his expression extremely distorted:
[Sure enough, in the dead of night, with a dark moon and strong wind, hundreds of ghosts are roaming the night to that man-eating haunted house. Ling Yan, you are just trying to kill me, right?!]
Since it was a night exploration of the Ghost Stronghold, Ling Yan had prepared a small box for Mu Yuan containing a pair of police-grade night vision contact lenses.
