Li Tian'er turned on his phone and descended the stairs by the faint light, groping along the wall for the circuit breaker.
Suddenly, a series of dripping sounds echoed from the bathroom.
In the pitch-black room, that sound was enough to send chills down one's spine.
Li Tian'er instantly felt his heart leap into his throat, shivering as he asked, "Young Master Liang, did you go to the bathroom?"
Liang Fa was curled up on the sofa, gripping a baseball bat with trembling hands. "No, why?" he quavered.
"Nothing, nothing!"
Li Tian'er forced himself to act calm, not daring to scare Liang Fa any further.
He quickly pulled out the Talisman, his heart thumping so loud he could hear it himself, while muttering "Amitabha Buddha" under his breath again and again.
If Li Heng had heard him, he'd definitely be so mad he'd cough up blood.
He was holding a Daoist Family Talisman, but was praying to a bald-ass monk for help instead.
