"What a fascinating place."
Jiang Qiao watched the children disappear around the end of the alley, then merely chuckled softly.
Before coming here, he truly had not expected Dragon Tiger Daoist's hometown to be such a dump.
It looked downright supernatural.
"Let's go." He did not stop anyone to ask questions.
Instead, he followed the small paths through the village toward its depths.
He had asked Dragon Tiger Daoist about it before.
He knew the other man's ancestral home lay at the very back of the village, against a low hill, in a relatively secluded spot.
The two passed through several narrow alleys.
The farther in they went, the more dilapidated the houses became.
Cracks began appearing in the Stone Slab pavement, with weeds filling the gaps. The walls of the houses on both sides were mottled and peeling, large patches of plaster fallen away to reveal the bricks beneath.
After walking for about fifteen minutes.
They finally found the residence beside an abandoned field.
It was a very typical old-fashioned home.
Blue bricks, black tiles, and two courtyards.
The black paint on the main gate had almost entirely peeled away, exposing rotten, worm-eaten wood covered in fine cracks. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the door threshold; it looked as though no one had come or gone for a very long time.
They stepped over the door threshold.
The small courtyard within was overgrown with waist-high dead grass, and the ground was littered with broken stones, roof tiles, and rubbish.
The entire residence.
Exuded a heavy air of decay.
However...
Jiang Qiao swept his gaze around and quickly noticed a detail. The lock on the main door was new!
"Hm?"
"Someone came here and changed the lock?"
Shen Boxia noticed it as well. "No one lives here,