Clang—
The blood-red dagger struck the Stone Slab, releasing a metallic wail before being flung into the space rift outside the door, disappearing without a trace.
There wasn't even a scratch on the Stone Slab; after all, its material was something even Wu Liang, who had then merged with the City-Destroying Level Kitchen Knife Ghost, couldn't destroy.
"Who! Who else is here!?"
Yin Qiming's pupils contracted sharply as he warily scanned the empty living room.
On the other side, Yao Qingxue, seeing the Stone Slab fall to the ground, was also stunned, unable to figure out where the Stone Slab had come from.
"Could it be that you're playing tricks, Master Mother? I didn't expect someone like you to use such underhanded tactics?"
After carefully observing around, Yin Qiming indeed found no anomalies. Right now in this room, the only ones who could move should be himself and Yao Qingxue!
He looked over disdainfully, the ink-black in his eyes appearing so eerie and terrifying.
