Chapter 947
Who knew if a bad guy was outside the door? It was common sense not to open the door for a stranger.
Ziva naturally wouldn't do so. Although she possessed the power of words, it was best if she could avoid using them. She grabbed her phone, ready to dial 911, yet heard a cold laugh echoing from the other side of the door.
Then, an old man's murky voice uttered, "Go."
Immediately, Ziva could feel a cold draft seep through the door. The next second, her phone mysteriously flew out of her palm and crashed to the floor.
Cecily screamed, confirming she was alone in the rental house with Ziva, and soon came to a conclusion. "It's a ghost! It's Shannon! It's gotta be here! She's come after me!"
Ziva, too, suspected it was a mystic master who could summon spirits. Before she could ponder what to do next, she saw the originally locked door open from the inside… The door swung open, and a shadowed old man with white hair appeared.
Although foreign to this old man, Ziva deduced he was dange

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