Blind Box

A moment later, Jiang Cheng said, "I didn't hear it either."

Wang Qi's face darkened. "Me neither."

"Brother Fugui, it seems... it seems only you heard it," Huai Yi said, a hint of worry in their voice.

"It's that kind of drip, drip sound," Fatty explained quickly, looking up. "I could hear it clearly. How could you guys not have heard it?"

The most likely explanation Jiang Cheng could think of for Fatty being the only one to hear it was that he was being targeted by a ghost.

"Don't panic," Jiang Cheng comforted him. "Listen carefully. Can you tell where the sound is coming from?"

"I... I don't know. The sound is very clear. It seems... it seems to be coming from all directions, everywhere," Fatty said, panting, his eyes darting around.

Hearing this, Wang Qi reached out, placing a hand on Fatty's head, and whispered, "Don't be nervous. Close your eyes and try to sense it again."

Fatty did as Wang Qi said, closing his eyes. A moment later, his body began to tremble, and he said excitedly, "I... I saw it! It's over there! It's..."

"Don't open your eyes! Point it out with your finger for us," Wang Qi reminded him.

Fatty extended his hand, pointing in one direction. "There! That's right."

"Hoo--" Wang Qi withdrew his hand and nodded. "Alright, you can open your eyes now."

Jiang Cheng studied Wang Qi for a moment before walking with the others in the direction Fatty had pointed. After turning a corner, a rather hidden small door appeared before them.

"The dripping sound is coming from here," Fatty said, staring at the door as if confirming.

As Jiang Cheng reached out to touch the door, before he could even push, it opened on its own.

The interior was brighter