"Bah! You're worse than a dog! Dream on if you think I'll open the door for you!"
Wu Zhuo had already made up his mind, he wouldn't open the door for anyone tonight, because he couldn't distinguish between humans and ghosts. This was the safest approach.
As for whether Yang Xiao and the others could survive, it would depend on their skills.
Even if they came for retribution the next day, he had his excuse ready: he'd claim he fainted and didn't hear anything. What could they do? They certainly wouldn't kill him.
Wu Zhuo was somewhat of a rascal in society, well-versed in handling such situations.
Moreover, he had thought it through; given Yang Xiao and Zhou Mingxiao's abilities, it was unlikely they would all perish. At most, one would die, and the survivor would bring back clues, which would also benefit him.
"Creak—"
