Cheng Jiangkai rushed in, only to be even more distraught—there was no one in the mourning hall!

Everyone who was just in the mourning hall vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air!

——

Before Mingzhuo even reached the Cheng family's house, he saw burning candles at the intersection.

The Cheng family's house is on the first floor, right at the back of the residential complex. It has a large courtyard and a separate small door that leads to the back entrance.

The back door faces an unfinished building. When it was built, it was a grand affair, which caused the property prices in the Cheng family's neighborhood to soar.

Later, a foundation subsidence crisis occurred, the project under construction was urgently halted, the developer absconded, and the neighboring community was completely abandoned.

This also affected the Cheng family's house, which they bought at a high price, and whose value only fell for more than a decade afterward.

So the Cheng family opened a separate small door, and no one cared. However, no one liked to walk along this path at night, as they always felt it was eerie and scary.

There wasn't a single pedestrian tonight.

Candles were placed along both sides of the road, extending all the way to the backyard of the Cheng family.

If spirits do return, they can easily find their way home by following these candlelights.

Of course, the wandering ghosts and spirits along the roadside also came over, and could take a bite of the offerings.

With a "click," the puppet jumped out of her pocket.

Mingzhuo: "You want to go take a look?"

The puppet seemed unusually restless today, and was in a hurry to rush into the Cheng family's house.

Mingzhuo didn't stop him, sighed, and looked up at the sky.

The moon hung high in the sky, perched on a corner of an unfinished building, its halo tinged with a dim red—not a good omen.