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The taxi had just started when Zeng Shiyuo made another call to his wife, and Tian Xiaoxia's breathless voice came through as soon as the connection was made.

To avoid being overheard by the taxi driver, he spoke in a hushed voice, "On your way back, always check if someone is following you, remember, don't let anyone get close to you, it's best to take a taxi home."

Tian Xiaoxia kept agreeing.

After hanging up the phone, Zeng Shiyuo suddenly thought of something and hurriedly called his son, Zeng Ziming.

If nothing unexpected happened, his son should still be sleeping now, but he had to warn him.

The phone rang for a long time without answer; he didn't know if the boy was sleeping too soundly to hear it, or if there was some other reason.

Zeng Shiyuo was beside himself with worry, fidgeting in the cab. He tried the number again and on the third attempt, the call was finally answered.

"What's up, dad?" Zeng Ziming's lazy, groggy voice came through, sounding like he had just woken up.

"Son, stay at home, don't go anywhere, wait for me to come back," Zeng Shiyuo immediately said.

"Where can I go?" Zeng Ziming responded in a slurred voice, "If it weren't for you waking me up, I'd still be asleep."

"You sleep, just continue to sleep, we'll talk when I'm back, hanging up now," Zeng Shiyuo said.

"Sleep? Someone knocked on the door and woke me up. Otherwise, I had my phone on silent, do you think I'd notice your call?" Zeng Ziming said, with a tinge of emotion in his voice.

He seemed to be moving around while talking, probably heading toward the living room door.

"Stop!"

Zeng Shiyuo shouted in fright, startling the taxi driver so much that the driver jumped and the cab halted in the middle of the road.

"Stop, you can't open the door, you mustn't open the door, stop, don't go over there!" Zeng Shiyuo's face turned bright red as he nearly bellowed into the phone.

Zeng Ziming froze in the middle of the living room, phone to his ear, motionless, his sleepiness completely gone.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Did you open the door? Did you open the door?" Zeng Shiyuo asked urgently.

"No... I didn't, I'm still standing... in the living room," Zeng Ziming replied.

"Wait for me to come back, anyway, you can't open the door now. No matter who knocks, do not open it, your mom and I both have keys to the house, wait for us to return."

Zeng Shiyuo hung up the phone and noticed that the taxi driver was looking back at him while the vehicles behind were honking incessantly.

He tapped the driver's seat restlessly, "Sorry about just now, please start driving, I'm in a rush to get back!"

At Zeng Shiyuo's home.

The busy tone came from Zeng Ziming's phone. He moved the phone away from his ear and his gaze gravitated towards the living room door, where knocking sounds continued to emanate.

After a moment of hesitation, Zeng Ziming walked to the living room door. He didn't open it but leaned in close to the peephole to take a careful look outside.

Thud, thud, thud, the door was knocked three more times.

Then, Zeng Ziming stepped back, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Through the peephole, he couldn't see anyone standing outside, but just now the door continued to be knocked.

"Is it... strangeness? Or just a prank?"

Zeng Ziming thought about how serious and hurried his father's words had been; he didn't believe it was a prank.

Thud, thud, thud, the door was struck again.

Zeng Ziming's adam's apple moved as if he almost couldn't catch his breath from fright; he stepped back several paces, quickly turned around, and tiptoed back to sit in front of the sofa in the living room, eyes filled with fear as he stared at the tightly shut living room door.

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A naked man with purplish skin silently stood there, slowly retracting the hand that had been knocking.

This man resembled a dwarf, only slightly taller, his height such that the person inside couldn't possibly see him through the peephole.

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In the Underground Space.

Rock suddenly paused, his eyes shifting towards the Stone of Fear in Yan Junze's hand.

He noticed that just a moment ago, the speed of the black color growing within the Stone of Fear had noticeably accelerated.