The House of Evil Spirits
The sky was dark and gloomy.
Black clouds as dark as thick ink pressed heavily down.
The howling wind blew without pause. Leaves rattled in the trees, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Even the birds had hidden away.
Rumble!
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
The loud crash jolted Wu Xian awake.
Wu Xian opened his eyes.
The residential areas in this world all looked more or less the same.
This sort of thing...
A four-tiered cream cake sat in the middle of the dining table. It looked like they were preparing for a birthday party.
The hostess seemed to notice Wu Xian's awkward predicament, so she considerately said to him,
So how could he preserve his memories?
As he pondered,
"Who are you?"
"I saw you earlier. You've been lying outside for quite some time. You must be cold and hungry by now. Why don't you have a cup of tea to warm up?"
"Uncle, don't worry, you can stay! If my dad finds out that my mom sent a heroic detective out into the rain, he'll be mad at her!"
A bright, smiling young woman was waving at him.
Still, he spoke politely.
On the tray were a teapot, a teacup, and a small snack.
Wu Xian's mouth twitched. With the hostess watching, he could only steel himself and pour a cup of tea.
"Ma'am!"
He'd just picked a random house. How had he run into an evil spirit again?
"Come in. I'm sorry I suspected you earlier. The world isn't very safe these days."
So he picked up his clothes and got to his feet, ready to leave. He still had eight uses of the Flying Blade Curse left, but for now, he didn't want to