The fat man blinked at the illustrations in the book and asked, puzzled, "Right. Didn't they say the manor's owner and all those witches had been hanged? Why is there only one person in the illustration?"
"Could the witches have been taken away?" Liu Hui suggested. "Maybe they were executed somewhere else on the manor grounds, while the manor's owner was hanged alone from the tree in the illustration."
"The illustration has a strong religious feel to it. Besides, the manor's owner wasn't a witch, after all. Hanging him would have been more symbolic than punitive, so it would make sense for his execution to be separate from the witches'."
Liu Hui's explanation made some sense, but from everyone's expressions, it was clear they found it a little far-fetched.
Jiang Cheng leafed through the book. That was all the information it contained about Dakeluosa Manor. Remembering what had happened with Jiang Zhao, Jiang Cheng decided not to tuck the book inside his clothes. Instead, he wrapped it in a piece of rag and carried it in his hand.
"Where are we going now?" Ouyang Huanbin was like a frightened bird. He didn't want to go back until nightfall.
Many others felt the same way. After thinking for a moment, Miao Qing looked to Jiang Cheng. The two of them had the most say in the group at present. "Brother Jiang," Miao Qing reminded him, "I remember there's a specially marked location nearby."
Jiang Cheng nodded without hiding anything. "No. 17 Melrose Street. A missing person's family might be living there."
Following the map's directions, they took a few turns and finally found the marked location in a secluded corner of a street: a three-story house.
It looked very old from the outside. Fallen leaves and unidentifiable trash littered the ground