Both Luo Qiaoqiao and I were shocked by the sound, which came from the handle of the knife. We both went back a few steps unconsciously, only to see that the tornado-shaped dark air began to condense into a figure, and eventually turned into a black man.

I can't see what he looks like, but he smells terrible and makes people afraid to approach him.

"Be careful..." Luo Qiaoqiaoqiao took my hand, and she whispered, "This fellow may be a caretaker. He must be strong enough to be a caretaker in such a place."

I whispered, "What I care about is the handle. Maybe it's a good baby."

"Are you...