Silence—The room fell into utter silence.
"Mr. Ye, are you alright?" Tianjing clearly saw two dark shadows fall from the ceiling and hurried over to help Ye Shikai up.
"Cough, cough, I'm fine." Ye Shikai coughed violently, his voice weak, his Inner Strength almost completely drained now.
"Bang." Suddenly, in the darkness, the two heard the sound of a door slamming shut. Ye Shikai quickly stood up, and Tianjing took out a portable light from his pocket.
As soon as the light came on, a corpse lay beside the two. It was the Mothman from earlier, his head completely deflated, motionless, dead beyond a doubt. Ye Shikai and Tianjing breathed a long sigh of relief, finally having killed this monster. Frankly, both were close to passing out; if the Mothman weren't dead, they would have been in big trouble.
