If you chase me away again, I'll tell Ning Xue! I said this to him, and Man Yuanyi's face turned green. He was so angry that he didn't know what to say. When he saw Ning Xue and the others looking over here, he turned his head and walked away in anger.

Damn it, I told you not to chase me away!

However, Man Yuanyi's words might be for my own good. After all, I didn't do anything to him, so he had no reason to kick me out of Ningjiazhuang. Besides, isn't this a strange thing? The Republic of China sister who appears on the tram every night singing folk songs, Huo Liang, Zhao Xi, and Ning Xue all claim not to have heard it. Man Yuanyi and Ning Changfeng, who seem to know something, remain silent. And Man Yuanyi wants to kick me out, claiming it's for my own good.

Damn it! If this is for my own good, you should tell me the truth! It's making me so nervous and confused. If I leave like this, who knows what will happen to Ning Xue and the others? I can't leave!

Time slipped by, and before I knew it, it was dark. This was my third night at Ningjiazhuang. Ning Xue was supposedly going to the Xi family's ball tomorrow night, and Ning Changfeng had said he'd give her the Suihou Ghost Pearl only if she went. I figured, maybe we could wait until tomorrow night, when Ning Xue got the Suihou Ghost Pearl, and then we could leave together. Maybe everything would be alright.

I lay alone on the dark bed, without turning on the lights, using my hands as a pillow, looking at the ceiling, and thinking for a long time.

I'm so upset. I don't know what's wrong with Su Xiaoniu. She hasn't said a word these past few days. I'm used to her talking to me, and suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable.

Shaking my head, I finally decided that since they didn't let me take care of it, I would wait until Ning Xue finished the dance tomorrow night. No matter what kind of big sister she was in the Republic of China, I would leave decisively after getting the Sui Hou Ghost Pearl, and tell Ning Xue not to live in Ningjiazhuang to avoid any trouble.

Late at night, half asleep, but not completely asleep, I heard a rustling sound outside the window, much like someone scratching their fingernails against the wall. It was a creepy sound that would send the hairs of someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder running down their spines.

I'm someone with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, and hearing the sound of nails scraping against the wall gave me goosebumps. I wondered if it was that old woman from the Republic of China again? Suddenly, I felt a little uneasy. To avoid a similar startle, I bravely walked over and, with a swift, snapping sound, flung the curtains open, hoping to overpower her.

However, it was pitch black outside the window and there was nothing.

I frowned and glanced out the window, but there was no such sister from the Republic of China. Even on the tram in the distance, there was no trace of her.

It was so strange, I closed the curtains, returned to bed, turned off the lights and went back to sleep. Unexpectedly, within ten minutes, the creepy sound of someone grinding nails on the wall came in again, quite eerie in the quiet night.

"Who is it?" I called out.

The voice cut off.

Ten minutes later, the sound of nail grinding came again, and I was furious. Damn, could it be someone from Ningjiazhuang playing a prank? Are they letting people sleep so late at night?

I turned on the light and ran to the window, suddenly pulling open the curtains again, but there was still no one around, not even a ghost!

Depend on!

I was so puzzled that I simply left the curtains open, turned off the lights, and went back to bed to continue sleeping.

Sizzle… Sizzle…

The sound of nail grinding came again. Damn it, I was about to yell out the window, but suddenly I realized that the sound of nail grinding was not coming from outside the window, but from the door of the room!

I always thought it was a prank, so when I got out of bed and walked to the door, I opened it very quickly and fiercely. Damn it, I'm going to scare you to death!

But when I opened the door, I felt a cold wind blowing in my face, and there was still no one around...

This freaked me out. If someone was really playing a prank, how could they run so fast? I had just opened the door, and they were gone without a trace?

This is forced upon me!

I stood at the doorway and decisively used my mediumship to connect the Yin and Yang realms. However, my soul didn't enter the underworld. Instead, I sensed the surroundings in the living world. Although I was only a novice medium, my range of perception was at least 300 meters. If there were a real person, even a ghost, I would be able to sense their movement.

However, to my surprise, within a 300-meter radius, there were only two signs of life, and the rest were just a few insects and other things. Those two living people were naturally Huo Liang and Zhao Xi, who were sleeping in the guest room next to mine.

So the question is, who was the person who was scratching the wall with his fingernails outside the window and door of my room?

I left the psychic, still confused, and was about to return to my room when I stepped on something that looked like a piece of paper. I looked down and saw it was an ID card, but it was very different from the ID cards we have today, just a thin card.

Her name is Ge Pulan, she is a female and a Miao, but her date of birth is... 1922, during the Republic of China?

He is now over 90 years old.

On the back of the card is a photo of the individual and fingerprints of both hands. This shows that ID cards from nearly a century ago were already very formal and complete, not only registering personal information in detail but also collecting the individual's fingerprint information.

Although this ID card has gone through nearly a hundred years of vicissitudes and the paper has turned yellow and old, it can still be vaguely seen. I seem to have seen the person in the photo somewhere.

I frowned, and most importantly, why did an ID card from the Republic of China era appear at the door of my room?

After getting this Republic of China ID card, I never heard the heartbreaking folk song again that night, and even the sound of someone grinding nails on the wall disappeared.

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