"What is this?" Ma Tuan looked at him.

"I'm not sure, there seems to be something inside, it sounds a bit like ashes." Xiankelai chose to tell the truth at this time. He didn't want to be attacked by Ma Tuan in a while.

"That definitely doesn't belong to Zhang San. He just asked us to look for it." Ma Tuan said, opening the paper in his hand. At the same time, the door suddenly opened.

Countless petals poured out from inside. Now Ma Tuan had experience. He grabbed the cyclamen and climbed up the huge curtain in a few steps.

The huge airflow that appeared inside blew all the hanging silk curtains away, and even Ma Tuan and Xianmenlai almost couldn't catch them.

This airflow is not to be underestimated, thought Xianmenlai.

If the two people had not avoided the main wind outlet and grabbed the support, they would have been blown away again.

"I'm not asking you to explain what your companion is doing in there?" Ma Tuan asked Xiankelai loudly.

"Don't ask me, I'm not in there. By the way, take a look at that piece of paper." Cyclamen also responded loudly.

"Oh." Ma Tuan responded. As soon as he opened the book, he could feel the author's wonderful mental state.

The handwriting above can be described as hideous.

I don't know if it will ever be the same again, but now, someone has to die. I often feel so lost in thought that I don't even know my sister exists. Oh, what else? I remember Zhang Fusheng died, Li Fuyuan died, but why did these two people appear?

How strange! I've always believed in destiny, that everything is predestined. Ugh! Bullshit! God's will! God's will! Is it God's will to kill my entire family and hand over all our wealth to someone else? This is God's will. Fine, things have come to this point anyway, there's nothing we can do. I'll do it now just as I did it back then!

No, where did I come from back then? Who am I? So annoying, it’s raining again, this half-dead rain, this half-dead mansion, these half-dead lives, let them all die!!!

Ma Tuan saw that the words on the letter had turned into blood, and his mood became extremely complicated. He held the curtain tightly with one hand and held the letter with the other, reading the words on it carefully.

The cyclamen below him, bored, began fiddling with the wooden box. A flood of petals erupted, forming a small vortex around them that seemed to envelop the entire space. The petals danced in the air like a dazzling shower of flowers, creating a dreamlike feeling. It truly was petals floating across the sky.

At this moment, Lu'e, stepping on the petals, flew lightly in front of the two of them. He grabbed the curtain with one hand and gently waved the other hand, knocking the wooden box out of Cyclamen's hand.

The wooden box suddenly opened at the moment of its fall, and a lot of powder emerged from it. These powders merged with the petals, forming a colorful scene.

"Hey, Xiaoyun, tell me next time." Xiankelai was speechless when he saw this scene.

"I'm afraid that if I explain it to you, you'll end up looking like that." Lu'e said expressionlessly.

The remaining two people only then noticed the changes below.

Amidst the dazzling rain of petals, the wind slowly blew away the delicate, ornate curtains, unfolding like a dreamlike scroll. Between the curtains, eight people sat silently, their faces expressionless, as if frozen in time.

Each of these eight individuals was clad in regal attire, resplendent and exquisite, like immortals transported from antiquity. Their garments were vibrantly colored and meticulously embroidered, each detail radiating nobility and luxury. Yet, in stark contrast to their opulent appearance, they clutched treasures in their hands.

These gold and silver treasures shone brightly in the candlelight, as if telling of their value and importance. The eyes of the eight people revealed a kind of greed and desire. They seemed to be guarding these treasures, fearing that they would be taken away by others.

Their eyes fixed on the treasures, gleaming with greed. Each one carefully guarded their treasures, as if they were more precious than life itself. One held a pearl necklace, its beads smooth and round, emitting a faint luster. Another held a gold ingot, heavy and seemingly imbued with endless wealth. Still another held a sword, its blade razor-sharp, gleaming with a cold light.

In this scene, Ma Tuan can even feel a strong desire and possessiveness. These people protect their treasures at all costs and are even willing to sacrifice their lives for it.

In this mysterious space, time seems to have stood still, with only the gorgeous rain of petals still gently falling. The eight people sitting there, like sculptures, their presence adds a touch of mystery to the entire picture.

The petals continued to fall, gently covering the eight people. They were like sleeping statues, immersed in their own world, indifferent to everything around them.

"It's terrifying," Cyclamen commented, "but we have to be the judge for once."

"Please don't speak so suddenly, okay?" The sudden appearance of eight people was already scary, and Xiankelai's words scared Ma Tuan even more.

"Oh, what are you afraid of? Can a living person be scared to death by a dead person?" As he said that, he jumped down, and then Lu'e followed him.

Two men approached the eight bodies.

Seeing this, Ma Tuan had no choice but to jump down.

"Well, it doesn't look like a dead person, but it's definitely not a living person." Xianmenlai moved closer to take a closer look.

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