Angus's first attempt at playing the ghost had failed today. He had never expected someone to break into the little chapel, which had been completely blocked off by boulders—under normal circumstances, who could have dealt with that pile of rocks without a crane or several kilograms of dynamite? The supernaturally strong wolf girl who had appeared halfway through had completely disrupted Angus's plans. In his panic, he had not even seen who opened the chapel door. To avoid exposing himself, he had never intended to turn on his miner's lamp and look toward the entrance. When Lily moved the first stone aside, the vigilant innkeeper had already entered the underground passage, and, considering that the passage might be discovered, he had not lingered. Instead, he had followed the route he remembered and headed straight outside the castle.
Yet at some point, a stone wall had appeared in the originally unobstructed underground passage, blocking him.
"You're saying this passage used to be open?" Hao Ren felt somewhat surprised after hearing Angus out. "Are you sure you didn't remember the route wrong?"
"I've walked this road many times. There's no way I could have remembered it wrong." Angus had been frantic before, but after talking with the "ghost" in the black mist for so long, he had finally begun to come to his senses and realized that something was wrong. "Wait, aren't you one of the castle's dead? Why don't you know what's down here?"
"That has nothing to do with you. Just pretend I came over from the cemetery next door for a visit. Aren't the dead allowed a little privacy?" Hao Ren improvised casually. "So, does that mean all the haunting here was your act from beginning to end?"
"Ah... yes." Angus secretly watched the constantly writhing mass of black