"Good idea! You really know what you're doing!"
The Fatty's eyes lit up. He couldn't help marveling at how useful the Doctor's quick mind was. With the Doctor around, they rarely got successfully ambushed; most of the time, it was the Doctor who ambushed others.
Led by Yao Shunyu, the group soon found the rear courtyard. Its walls were very tall, nearly as high as the walls surrounding the Marquis's estate outside. A pitch-black door set into them blocked their way.
Though the door looked old-fashioned, it was extremely sturdy. Li Bai knocked on it, but there was almost no echo. Then he pressed his palm against it, only to pull it away a moment later.
"What's wrong?" the Fatty asked warily.
"It's made of yin wood," Li Bai said in a low voice. "There's a lot of Evil Spirit."
Jiang Cheng copied Li Bai and pressed his palm against the door. The next second, a deep chill surged up his arm and into his body, as if cold were seeping out of every bone. Jiang Cheng didn't care. He pushed hard against the door, but it didn't budge.
Was it locked?
There was no lock on the outside, so it seemed to be locked from within.
None of them would be reckless enough to break in. Those ghostly things probably wouldn't come after them during the day, but ghosts weren't the only things here that could kill them. If the people from the Marquis's estate noticed them, it could easily lead to trouble.
"We'll climb over." Jiang Cheng looked up at the wall, which was more than three meters high, and made up his mind.
Seeing nothing nearby that they could use for leverage, the Fatty planted himself against the wall and crouched, interlocking his hands. "Come on. I'll