The sixth day, the funeral day has arrived.
Yang Jian named it this way.
After this day arrived, nothing unusual happened in the ancient house. The only oddity was that the fierce ghosts inside the house were dissipating, wandering away as if they had lost their target.
The crisis is slowly dissolving.
Yang Jian saw the blurry ghostly figure on the wall also departing. That ghost strode along the wall, heading outside the ancient house, and finally vanished at the courtyard position, seemingly leaving here directly through the courtyard's gap.
The blurry ghostly figures are also dissipating, vaguely visible as they waver and gradually scatter away.
"The ghosts are leaving," the old eagle said, looking at the black dice in front of him.
After a spin, it settled on the number one point, and then didn't spin again.
