Ye Fei asked questions from outside.
The Old Monk and Little Monk had already entered the teahouse where figures had been coming and going.
The hall had a typical Western Regions style, with painted decorations and handicrafts everywhere on its brick-and-wood walls.
The carpets patterned with flowers were thick.
They felt soft beneath their feet.
Unfortunately, the place had been abandoned for some time. Dust and trash were scattered everywhere, ruining the atmosphere. The sour stench and moldy odor filling the air were even more unbearable.
Fortunately.
The Old Monk had not come here to live.
"What a pity."
"When tourism here was doing well, teahouses like this were packed every day."
"A cup of milk tea could sell for..."
As he spoke.
He crossed the hall and reached the stairs inside.
The only way from here was up to the second floor.
However, after going a few more steps forward and entering the kitchen, there was a staircase leading to the basement inside a small storeroom.
"This place is really well hidden." Little Monk curled his lip.
There were no Evil Spirits left in the building. Instead, waves of vital energy and blood came from beneath the floor.
Of course, ordinary people could not sense it.
But to Awakened, they were like faint candles in the night. They were not clear enough to see outright, but with careful observation, they were still relatively easy to spot.
And Evil Spirits had senses several times stronger than humans.
So.
Those people hoping to hide in the basement and escape the Vicious Ghosts' pursuit had no chance of succeeding.
The only reason they were still alive.
Was that the two Vicious Ghosts at the entrance had miraculously entered into a standoff.
They had no time to spare for anything else.
However.
This