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Zh took a deep breath and said nothing.
Upon hearing this, Pei Qian couldn't hold bay longer and sneered coldly, "Mr. Yin is ihoughtful."
Now that they had ehe building, they couldn't do anything to Jiang g, and thus a matter that could have been serious was left unresolved.
His gaze slowly swept across the room. It was unclear whether the room’s yout roblematic or if it had been renovated, but even though it was noon, the room still felt gloomy.
It was as if a gray filter had been pced over everything.
The three of them dared not separate, so after Zh briefly determihe dire, they moved toward the area with slightly better lighting.
As before, Zh was first, Pei Qian in the middle, and Jiang g stayed at the back, in case the ghosts cut off their escape route.
The floor was made of old-fashioned mud and gray tiles, so it didn’t make the creaking sounds that old wooden floors would, which helped reduce the risk of being exposed.
Though none of them actually expected this to fool the ghosts.
Still, it was somewhat reassuring.
They had entered what seemed to be a living room, which was very rge. Zh approached a slightly translut wooden pnk and slowly exerted force to pry it open.
Sunlight filtered through, and the visibility improved siderably.
The room's décor had a vintage feel, with intricately carved wooden chairs and a thick table that looked very heavy.
The table was stacked in the er of the room, and Pei Qian seemed to have noticed something. He walked over and touched it, and after a few seds, his expression ged drastically. "Locust wood?"
"Locust wood?" Zh immediately stepped forward and examihe rge, heavy wooden table, though it was clear he wasn’t knowledgeable about the material.
After a moment, Zh turned his head and asked seriously, "Are you sure it’s locust wood?"
Pei Qian nodded emphatically, his eyes even showing a hint of fear.
For an artist, especially a ese painter, some older painters were very servative, and sometimes for inspiration, they would veo the tryside.
There was a saying among the people: "Locust wood doesn’t make coffins, willow wood doesn’t build houses."
The character for "locust" in ese includes the "wood" radical, and it also has the meaning of "ghost" or "death wood."
Used for coffins, it was said that it brought suffering to the deceased, and worse, it could disturb the peace of the home. Old locust wood was also only used in carvings pear coffins, to ward off evil spirits.
In a pce like this old mountain vilge, where s were highly regarded, and in a wealthy family, how could such a rge locust wood table appear?
Wasn’t this essentially cursing themselves?
Moreover, the table ositioned in the darkest, most humid er of the room, giving it a suffog feel.
Something fshed rapidly in Pei Qian’s eyes, as if he was thinking, but more than that, he was fused.
However, his fusion was quickly overwhelmed by the rising fear.
"Not good!" Pei Qian shouted, "This room is not meant for people to live in!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Though his voice wasn’t loud, in su enviro, ah ears would definitely hear him.
Not to mention ghosts.
What surprised Pei Qian was that her Zh nor Jiang g seemed to stop him. They didn’t even look at him, but instead, they were nervously sing their surroundings.
Pei Qian immediately shut his mouth and followed their gaze. His breathing grew frantic.
At some point, the surrounding enviro had returo the gray, misty state. The wooden pnk Zh had pried off earlier was still embedded in the wall.
The edges of the wooden board were secured with dozens of thick iron nails, as if it were unbreakable.
What made Pei Qian even more desperate was wheurned around and realized that the window they had ehrough had vanished.
At this moment, the advantage of being seasoned pyers over new pyers became apparent. None of them screamed or panicked; instead, they immediately gathered together, pressing their bodies against the wall.
At least they ehat the ghosts wouldn’t be able to attack them from behind.
As time passed, their breathing grew quieter, and even their heartbeats seemed to be suppressed within an acceptable range.
Zh had the habit of meditating. At this moment, he crouched in a er. If it weren’t for his vigint eyes sing the surroundings, one might think he had fallen asleep.
Pei Qian, who had just lost his posure, had nained his calm. As a skilled ese painter, he always took time to meditate before painting, to clear his mind aer the right state of focus.
In trast to their expertise, Jiang g seemed much more amateurish. He simply leaned against the wall, motionless and silent, his body not even rising with his breath.
Oher hand, if viewed from a different angle, Jiang g blended into the gray enviro, almost invisible.
Under his loose pants, his muscles were tense.
Unlike Zh and Pei Qian, who were focused on hiding, Jiang g seemed to have other pns.
"Do-do. Do-do."
"Do-do. Do-do."
Suddenly, a sound echoed in their ears.
It wasn’t fast, but it was forceful, and it didn’t feel strange, because Jiang g reized the sound.
He searched through his memory, and in the sed, the image of Fatty’s big face popped into his mind.
He could almost imagine how terrified Fatty would be if he were here.
Ihree seds after thinking of Fatty, Jiang g's pupils suddenly tracted, and he realized what the sound was.
It was the sound of choppiables.
The noise made when a kit ks through vegetables and hits the chopping board.
The sound was muffled, and just by hearing it, Jiang g could imagihat the knife being used was no ordinary kit knife.
It must be a heavy cleaver capable of chopping through bones.
In this bizarre building… someone was choppiables!
With a huge knife!!
Zh and Pei Qian, both experienced pyers, quickly realized what the sound implied. They all turo look toward the source of the noise.
It came from the other side of the room.
There was a slightly ajar door, and the sound was ing from within.
Light could be seen leaking through the door.
Zh's throat stricted.
Pei Qian’s face turned ashen.
As veteran pyers, they wouldn't fort themselves by thinking that the person behind the door was just a woman or young girl who had wandered into the building and was now cooking because she was hungry.
The more likely reality was that there was a terrifying ghost inside, holding a huge, mysterious knife, chopping something.
What could it be?
Zh suddenly thought of something from the night before.
Li Lu had drunk a bowl of meat soup.
(End of the Chapter)
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