Chapter 63

• Cold sweats started to break out from Bai Xue’s palms. She was most terrified of such things, not to mention that she was a theist. Yang Yu’s heart was also hammering against his chest loudly, as he listened to the thudding sound of somebody walking on the stairs.
• In this darkness and the desolate old house, anyone would be gripped by fear upon hearing such sound of somebody walking on the stairs. Without warning, Yang Yu was reminded of the scene of a white-clothed girl flying here and there in that haunted house midnight in one of the three legends of terror in the village.
• Yang Yu and Bai Xue froze, not daring to take even one step.