The residence was huge.
It had a three-courtyard layout, with more than thirty rooms in the front and back—enough to fit everyone with room to spare. But aside from Jiang Qiao and the Double Happiness Bride, everyone was crammed into the front courtyard. No one dared wander off.
This place had just been haunted. Who the hell would throw away their life? What if some Ghost Slaves were still lurking around?
"Not a bad place."
Jiang Qiao ignored them and wandered around.
Most of the doors and windows were open. After all, Jiang Zhen and the others had been staying here before, and they had not bothered locking up much when they went out in the morning. The rooms themselves were normal, clean, and free of anything strange.
The furniture merely had a Republican-era style, which made Jiang Qiao feel that the place was old and antiquated.
"Don't be nervous."
"So far, there don't seem to be any ghosts in the residence."
Jiang Qiao reached through a window and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the table beside it. Cracking them as he spoke, he said, "I already told you, being nervous in a Ghost Domain is useless. If you're meant to die, there's no hiding from it."
Jiang Zhen smiled bitterly.
Ancient ancestor, you make it sound so easy.
In that battle just now, more than a dozen people on our side had died, and the rest had been scared witless by that terrifying curse. They had probably never seen such an outrageous curse in their lives.
Touch it, and you died.
Brush against it, and you were dead.
It did not even give you time to react.
If Jiang Qiao had not intervened at the end and blasted the female ghost into scraps, everyone would probably have