Gu Mian remembered the woman the landlord had mentioned. When he and Qing Huan had come to investigate yesterday, she had opened the door.
But yesterday, half her face had been hidden behind the door, so the two of them hadn't noticed anything wrong with it.
The disfigured woman lived right across from them. It would only take a few steps to reach her.
Gu Mian stood at the door and knocked. He didn't have to wait long before he heard footsteps inside. A moment later, the door in front of him creaked open.
A face peered out from behind it.
At the sight, Yuwen Hao sucked in a sharp breath. It was a face that was hard to describe.
One half looked more or less normal, while the other was hideously ugly.
The burned half sagged, its skin loose and rough like that of an eighty- or ninety-year-old, and filthy as if it could never be washed clean.
The face was deeply unsettling. One eye and one corner of her mouth drooped at an angle, making her features completely asymmetrical.
The woman seemed to have heard the commotion at the landlord's place and guessed they would come. Without asking any questions, she simply stepped back from the door. "Come in first."
Gu Mian didn't stand on ceremony. He stepped inside.
The other three followed close behind.
The house was small. Just inside was a somewhat gloomy living room, with a shrine in one corner. It held an offering to some deity Gu Mian couldn't name, and the figure looked rather sinister.
An old sofa sat beside the shrine. Gu Mian sat down.
The woman made no move to welcome them. Instead, she got straight to the point. "You're here because of Zhong Min?"
That must have been the name