"Sixth Brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Jinhu shouted in the darkness. This place was truly eerie.
The sixth brother fell to the ground, wailing, "Second brother, there are ghosts here, there are ghosts here! We can't get out, we can't get out!"
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Zhao Jinhu shouted to bolster his courage. "How could there be ghosts in this world? The door is right behind us, how could we not get out?"
The only source of light in the room had gone out at some point, but the moon was still shining in the sky. Its silvery light shone through the window, and one could vaguely see the doorway and the path beneath one's feet. Zhao Jinhu, disregarding his need to comfort his sixth brother, lifted his foot and walked towards the door.
But he hadn't taken more than two steps when he was knocked back. In the moonlight, he could even see the doorway right in front of him, but he just couldn't get there and didn't know what was in front of him.
Zhao Jinhu tried several times, but the result was the same.
"Alright, stop making a fuss. The ancestor is angry, and you're not getting out." Bai Nuo's voice rang out from behind. Zhao Jinhu turned around and saw Bai Nuo's sinister face.
"Witch, stop pretending! I'm not afraid of you!" Zhao Jinhu realized he was trapped and immediately shouted, then turned around and pounced on Bai Nuo.
Who knew, Bai Nuo floated away—floated away, not walked away.
Zhao Jinhu cursed under his breath, pretending to be a ghost, and then pounced on Bai Nuo again.
Bai Nuo always managed to dodge in time.
Before long, Zhao Jinhu was panting heavily. Seeing him covered in sweat and out of breath, Bai Nuo kindly said, "Don't waste your energy. If you frighten my ancestor, not only will you not be able to leave, but you won't even be able to see your elder brother."
"Big brother?" Zhao Jinhu opened his eyes wide in shock and looked ahead. Sure enough, he saw a person sitting on a stool. The face was none other than his familiar older brother, Zhao Qianhu.
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