Chu Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "Brother Ma, wait outside for a moment. Let me go and scout ahead..."
Ma An felt his scalp prickle. He looked left and right, yet could not shake the feeling that a pair of eyes was watching him.
"Brother Chu, let's go together..."
The fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Ma An did not even dare return home, terrified that the thing would follow him back and bring disaster upon his wife and children.
He regretted it bitterly. If he had known this would happen, he never would have brought Chu Feng here. But now, he did not dare leave even if he wanted to.
Chu Feng assumed that Ma An was simply highly skilled and fearless. He nodded, then sprang forward, leaping several times before landing atop the courtyard wall of Ro Residence.
Ma An followed nervously and looked down into the courtyard.
It was bleak and gloomy, with white cloth fluttering everywhere. The breeze sounded like a sobbing cry, stirring the dead leaves on the ground into a whirling scatter.
"Does no one live in the Ro family residence anymore?" Chu Feng asked softly.
"After something so horrifying happened, who would dare live here? Most likely, the only survivor, Luo Yinghui, has moved elsewhere too," Ma An said with certainty.
"No one dares come? That may not be true. Look, someone has come, hasn't he? And not just one..."
After saying this, Chu Feng leaped onto the eaves and concealed himself even more deeply.
Only after Ma An had hidden himself did he have time to look at the people rushing toward Ro Residence.
There were four of them. Their leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a fierce, gloomy gaze. He surveyed Ro Residence as though