Chapter 359: The Thrill of the Game

The howling cold wind surged in furiously.

With a clang, the small brazier was overturned by the gale, scattering sparks all over the room.

The three men who had grabbed weapons froze instantly, too stunned to care about the sparks that burned holes in their clothes.

The man with a stomachache, gasping for breath against the wall, was in agony but dared not make any noise; he just stared at the creaking, shaking door, his face as pale as a ghost's.

In such a deserted wilderness, who would climb up here in the middle of the night?

It couldn't possibly be, really a ghost, right?

The four people looked at each other, none daring to make a rash move.

There was no more noise outside the door.

"Haozi..."

The man with the stomachache signalled with his eyes to the person closest to the door.

Haozi mustered his courage and walked over.

Immediately after, he exhaled sharply, "Damn, that scared the hell out of me! I thought..."