Zhou Ting at this moment had some regrets; as the saying goes, one wrong step leads to another.
He shouldn't have been so eager to kill the old night watchman, because the bamboo clapper and the gong in his hands would not be depleted with use.
And the bamboo clapper and the gong were not his; not only was it strenuous for him to use them, but each use would damage these Spiritual Objects—
In short, he should have made full use of the old night watchman to prolong the lifespan of the bamboo clapper and gong.
However, saying anything now is already too late.
"The house is ruined!"
Just as Zhou Ting was lost in thought, Fairy Mei suddenly shouted a sentence.
Sure enough, the guesthouse, which was already on the verge of collapse, completely crumbled.
The night instantly appeared before everyone, and for the first time, they found themselves in Taiping Village under the high-hung moon without the shelter of a house.
"Senior Brother Zhou, quick, hit the night watch!"
