"Was it that thing from the Sun Family Old House?"
Jiang Qiao wasn't quite sure.
He would leave tomorrow, so whatever supernatural events happened here had nothing to do with him. Nor would he go to the Sun Family Old House to check. That would be asking for trouble.
Still, judging by the information the old man at the noodle stall had given him earlier that day,
that was probably it.
"That bluish arm was holding a face. It looked like the skin from that man's face."
"The old man mentioned it too."
"The Sun Family's Second Young Master had his face torn off before he died."
"The same way of dying."
"That pretty much settles it."
"But besides having their faces torn off, people died in other ways too. Some strangled themselves, some smashed themselves against walls, and some jumped into cesspits and drowned..."
"Which means..."
"this evil spirit's curse is aimed at making people 'die horribly,' rather than using any specific method of killing."
"That man was in a hurry when he came back this afternoon."
"He looked very panicked."
"He clearly knew he'd been hit."
"So he went to the Sun Family Old House?"
"Everyone knows the Sun Family Old House is ominous. Anyone who goes there dies, yet he still rushed over to join the fun."
"That doesn't make much sense."
"Either there's something valuable hidden in the Sun Family Old House,"
"enough to make him risk his life,"
"or..."
"he never went to the old house and picked up the curse somewhere else."
Jiang Qiao tapped his fingers lightly against his chair.
As he mulled it over, his eyebrows suddenly rose.
His fingers stopped moving.
He noticed that the air in the room had suddenly turned cold and sinister. It was as if a winter