Wei Jinglou was talking with Old Master Long.
The backyard of the Dragon Family residence.
A woman in a purple qipao sat before a mirror, slowly applying her makeup. She looked about twenty-four or twenty-five, with stunning features and a delicate figure whose alluring curves were outlined beneath the qipao.
She lightly traced her eyebrows.
Her movements were very slow.
It gave off the feeling that she was being extremely careful, as if she were afraid that one unsteady movement might injure her eyes.
She was Miss Long.
Long Peiyun.
The room was very dark. Apart from Miss Long, there was no one else inside. The enormous room's doors and windows were shut tight, and only a single oil lamp burned with a bean-sized flame.
Gloomy.
Dim.
It even gave off a chilling feeling, as if they had stepped straight into the scene of a horror movie.
"Hehehe."
After a long while.
Long Peiyun, now fully made up, let out a soft laugh.
Her voice was lilting.
Extremely pleasant to hear.
"Big Brother Jiang."
"Do you think there's a problem?"
After politely declining Old Master Long's attempt to make him stay, Wei Jinglou fled the Dragon Family residence as if escaping for his life. Once he returned to the inn, he eagerly sought out Jiang Qiao and recounted the entire meeting from beginning to end.
"Of course there's a problem."
"A huge problem."
Jiang Qiao sat in his chair with one leg crossed over the other and said leisurely, "Putting aside what this Old Master Long is like, that Dragon Family residence alone isn't somewhere the living should stay. It's a haunted house through and through."
When Wei Jinglou had gone to the Dragon Family, Jiang Qiao had also walked a circle around the Dragon Family residence.
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