Li Jing gestured for everyone to keep quiet and slowly approached the door.
A blurry shadow on the glass door gradually enlarged. Finally, a distorted silhouette pressed against the glass, and those inside could clearly hear the person outside scratching at the door with their fingernails, accompanied by sharp, piercing shrieks.
"Bless us, protect us, please, Bodhisattva, protect us," Zhuo Ziqi muttered, his eyes squeezed shut, not daring to look.
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