Zhou Rong took a deep breath and was silent.
Bei Qian couldn’t hold it in anymore. He chuckled chillingly, “Mr. Yi sure is considerate.” But since they were all in the building, he couldn’t do anything to Jiang Cheng. He had to let it be.
They scanned the place. Perhaps it was the layout or it was the decor. Even though it was noon, the place was very dim. It was like the place had on a dusty filter. The three didn’t dare to split up. Therefore, after Zhou Rong confirmed the direction, they moved towards the spot where there was light.
Like before, Zhou Rong was in front, Bei Qian was in the middle and Jiang Cheng took up the rear. The floor was old cement floor, so it wouldn’t creak like a wooden floor. However, no one really believed they could hide from the ghost… if she was present. It was more of a self-consolation.
They entered a room that looked like a living room. It was spacious. Zhou Rong came to a wooden board that had some light shine through. He used some force to pry the board away. With the sunlight streaming through, the visibility got a lot better.
The decor was classical. There were wooden chairs with intricate carvings and a table that was solid and heavy. The table was pushed to the corner. Bei Qian walked over, intrigued. He studied the table and touched it. A few seconds later, he frowned, “Locust tree wood?”
“Locust tree?” Zhou Rong followed behind him and looked at the table. It was clear that he didn’t understand wood. He asked seriously, “Are you sure it’s from a locust tree?”
Bei Qian nodded. There was fear in his eyes. For a painter, especially one who specialises in Chinese painting, one would often visit the countryside to gather inspiration. There was a saying in the countryside, “Locust tree should never be used to make a coffin.” In Chinese culture, the locust tree was also known as the dead people tree. It might be superstition, but locust tree furniture was often seen as taboo. During burial, people would also carve items from old locust trees and place them far away from the burial sites to draw away the negative energy. In Little Ravine Village, which was clearly superstitious, why would they keep a large locust tree table in their home?
Did they try to curse themselves?
“Not good!” Bei Qian let out a low howl, “This house is not meant for the living!” Once he said that, he regretted it. Even though he wasn’t loud, considering the surroundings, if someone or something was nearby, they would have heard him.
To Bei Qian’s surprise, neither Zhou Rong nor Jiang Cheng moved to stop him. They didn’t even look at him. Instead, they looked around nervously. Bei Qian instantly shut up. He also looked around. The wooden board Zhou Rong pried off the wall earlier had magically returned to the wall, blocking the sunlight. The board was fixed in place with more than thick nails.
Bei Qian turned around. To his despair, the window they used to enter this building… had disappeared.
The benefits of experienced players were showcased at that moment. None of them screamed due to this sudden change. They searched each other out and moved close to the wall. At least that way, the ghost couldn’t ambush them from behind. As time passed, their breathing became quieter.
Zhou Rong had the habits of meditation. He was curled up at the corner. If not for his wandering eyes, one would suspect he had fallen asleep. Bei Qian, who lost his composure earlier, had also calmed down. He was a professional painter. Whenever he started a new painting, he would enter a Zen phase. It was to clear his mind.
In comparison, Jiang Cheng was more amateurish. He merely leaned against the wall and stopped moving. His chest didn’t even move. In a way, he hid the best among the three. He melted into the shadow. However, his leg muscles were tensed. Different from Zhou Rong and Bei Qian’s silence and passiveness, he had other plans.
A sound suddenly floated by. It was slow and powerful… It was also strangely familiar. Jiang Cheng searched through his memory back. The next second, Fatty’s large face appeared. He could imagine how scared Fatty would be if he were there.
Then, the connection was linked. Jiang Cheng’s pupils narrowed. He finally understood what the sound was. It was… the sound of chopping. It was the sound of the cleaver hitting the chopping board. Just from the sound alone, one could know that the cleaver was not a normal one. It should be a bone cleaver that could easily cut through bones and marrows.
Someone… was chopping stuff inside the strange building! Using a giant cleaver!
Zhou Rong and Bei Qian were not young masters. They also realised the source of the sound. They turned towards its direction. It was from the other side of the room. There was… a slightly open door. The sound came from behind the door. Some light streamed through the gap in the door.
Zhou Rong’s throat moved. Bei Qian didn’t look too well. As experienced players, they wouldn’t lie by telling themselves that it was just a normal housewife cooking in the kitchen.
It was more likely a scary ghost chopping something with a giant cleaver. But… what was this something? What was being chopped?
The thoughts entered Zhou Rong’s mind. He had no idea, but he was sure they wouldn’t be vegetables. Ghosts probably wouldn’t be interested in those.
As for what kind of meat…
At that moment, he suddenly remembered something that had happened to Lee Lu the previous day.
She ate a bowl of meat soup.