281 Trap Three

Dark mountain trails.

Old Yang was running breathlessly.

He was sprinting for his two million; with this money, his investigation on the island would be easier. The funds assigned for the task by the mansion had long been depleted. Without a replenishment, he couldn't even afford to make the talisman paper array plate.

Accelerating along the path, he glanced back at the three white shadows following him.

"There's more of them... If this doesn't work out, I must report it; I can't keep hiding it." Old Yang gritted his teeth and made a decision.

Finding his direction, he saw a two-story shop near the seaside. From his perspective, the shop was originally enveloped by a circle of red silk threads, but now the surface had a person-shaped breach.

Through the breach, pale human figures were slowly entering the building, like predators catching the scent of blood.

"Damn!" His expression changed and he sped up even more.

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