Soul Problem

"The interior of the house completely blocked off space. My initial-release ability can't be used right now."

Zhang Chen used his spatial ability to arrive before the house diagonally across from them. He raised his right foot and kicked fiercely.

Crash! The wooden door exploded inward. Amid the splinters in Zhang Chen's view was clear water. He immediately wrapped the droplets in a small lump of flesh, intending to examine them closely tonight.

"Hey, pretty boy! Where are you?"

The wooden door had unexpectedly been kicked open with ease. The instant it broke apart, all restrictions vanished. When Zhang Chen spread his perception throughout the house, Feng Xiao Feng's presence had already disappeared completely.

"A spatial ability? Yi Zhi never mentioned that Jing Lai possessed spatial abilities. And there's no way this guy could have used one right in front of us without me noticing."

Zhang Chen carefully searched the entire house. The two portraits hanging in the first-floor hall were somewhat eerie, but there was nothing abnormal about them.

The first-floor bathroom was the first place Zhang Chen investigated.

When he pushed open the dusty wooden door covered in cobwebs, the stench accumulated over countless years rushed at him, making him nauseous. He promptly used his Flesh and Blood Ability to form a small air filter in his nasal cavity, which eased the discomfort.

"According to Fu Jing, the little girl was the first offering more than ten years ago. Her parents likely committed suicide at home not long afterward. A house left unattended for ten years would indeed have everything, including its plumbing, completely abandoned."

Zhang Chen bent down and crouched in the filthy bathroom corner, tapping the rusty water pipes with his fingers. The hollow sound from within indicated that water had long since ceased to flow