"If you still act like a coward after entering the house, it will be hard to say what will happen." The village chief glanced at the villager's face and took great effort to avoid hitting him with his crutch.

The villagers immediately helped the village chief to the haunted house and repeatedly assured him, "I'm not afraid anymore, really, village chief. I'm not afraid at all now."

But in fact, the village chief himself was afraid. Since the Fu family's property was emptied out of the house a hundred years ago, he has been enjoying himself until now, and he has never set foot in the house again.

During every sacrificial ceremony, he would stand far away and watch. He was more afraid of approaching the haunted house than anyone else in the village.

Although he comforted himself all the way, he was still worried. Yan Muhuai's words lingered in his ears like the devil's whisper.

"The village chief is right. Where do ghosts come from in this world? Fu Yu escaped from the window on the second floor of the haunted house. We took the same route as her."

Before it gets dark, he must verify whether he can really escape through the second-floor window.

The villager was so overwhelmed by the delusion of becoming the village chief that he was not afraid anymore. When they reached the door, the village chief was still a little hesitant, but he half-dragged and half-pulled the village chief into the house.

Suddenly a cold wind blew over, making the two of them shiver.

The windows on the second floor can be seen directly from the courtyard on the first floor, but it is too far away to see if there are any signs of someone escaping there.

"Ah!" When the village chief looked up at the second floor, the villagers saw the bones piled up in the hall and couldn't help screaming.

The village chief was frightened by his shouting and immediately knocked him on the head with his crutch. "Have you never seen a skeleton before? Why are you so scared? Come with me to the second floor."