At first glance, the house looked quite old.
Surrounded by desolation, in the boundless night.
It had a haunting familiarity, like that of a ghost house, eerily calm.
"Please help carry Yun Hao upstairs."
I had the bodyguard help Yun Hao up, with someone else carrying the suitcase.
Inside the Western-style house, Bai Yinman and Han Dai were seated on the living room sofa, visibly restless.
When they saw us come in, they both stood up.
"He… he's covered in so much blood…" Han Dai blurted out.
Bai Yinman pursed her lips and patted the little zombie demon's head in a soothing manner, "Was it that Taoist who hurt him?"
"Stay calm, I have some things to handle upstairs," I advised Bai Yinman and Han Dai, not wanting them to worry unnecessarily, before heading up.
Yun Hao was laid on the master bedroom bed, his wounds showing no signs of healing.
The bodyguard, hands covered in blood, was completely dazed, while the old butler also wore a face of concern.
