Opening the slightly ajar basement door, Wan Shouguang realized his palms were drenched in cold sweat. He reached out to press the basement light switch near the door, but there was no response—it seemed like the entire villa had lost power.
After a moment's hesitation, he took his flashlight and stepped down the stairs to the basement, calling out, "Congcong, come out, it's okay! Dad has already killed that guy."
In his mind, he thought the evil dog he had killed last time had transformed into a strangeness and come back for revenge, certainly having frightened his son, or possibly even hurt him.
Maybe right now, Congcong was hiding somewhere, trembling, and he had to tell him the danger was over.
As he walked down the stairs, he continued to speak.
Just as Wan Shouguang finished talking, a sound suddenly came from a corner beneath the stairs, like something being knocked over.
"Congcong?" Wan Shouguang called out again.
No one answered.