The courtyard was much larger than they had expected. After Yu Chengmu and the other two entered, they didn't act immediately. Zhou Qing supported Yu Chengmu while the other man, Zhang Junyu, walked over and bent down slightly. Yu Chengmu whispered something in his ear.
After listening, Zhang Junyu nodded. He looked around, then headed in another direction, keeping close to the wall.
Jiang Cheng noticed that Zhang Junyu's steps were strange: one light, one heavy. He watched him for a few moments, then looked up and happened to catch Yu Chengmu staring at him.
A little later, Zhang Junyu found a wooden corridor buried in the weeds. They walked along it, the rotten boards creaking beneath their feet from time to time. Weeds grew thick nearby, and everything in sight looked dilapidated.
But the rockery in the distance and the various scenic features all spoke of the place's former grandeur.
Yu Chengmu stopped and gazed toward the rockery.
"Are those villagers serious about setting up the funeral hall here?" Pang Xiaofeng asked, fear in his eyes as he looked around and folded his arms.
Chen Hao frowned. "Quit saying useless things."
The man who had led them there hadn't told them where their rooms were. When they came in, they'd seen a light to the left, so they'd taken a detour to investigate. As they got closer, they found several white lanterns and a large room that looked like a side chamber.
The lanterns hung beneath the eaves. The night breeze made their flames flicker with the swaying lanterns, giving everything an unreal quality.
"Look." Zhang Junyu, wearing a black vest, suddenly spoke.
Everyone followed the direction of his finger. Not far from this side chamber, three other buildings also had lanterns lit. Judging by their size, they were