Wen Qing looked at the two people in the room, feeling completely overwhelmed.
In such a bizarre, terrifying place, neither Chen Ge nor Old Man Huang had behaved strangely at all. She couldn't tell whether she was just inexperienced and making a fuss over nothing, or whether those two had perceptions that were completely beyond the bounds of normal people.
After hesitating for a long time, Wen Qing finally stepped inside. She didn't dare sit down and simply stood behind Chen Ge.
Old Man Huang slumped on the sofa. He seemed not to care about Chen Ge at all and slowly closed his eyes. His body appeared to have grown into the sofa—quite literally.
With no one bothering him, Chen Ge took the rare opportunity to look around.
The layout of this room was different from the others. It was much smaller than a normal apartment, with the kitchen and bathroom combined and only one bedroom and a living room.
"Compared with Wen Qing's apartment, this room is missing the area of a bedroom and a kitchen."
Chen Ge suspected the source of the stench was the missing space. He sat on the sofa for quite a while, and even took a moment to study the blood threads on it.
Strangely, when Chen Ge sat on the sofa, the blood threads were just decorations. But when Old Man Huang sat there, they came alive like little snakes, crawling across the filthy sofa. It was a deeply unsettling sight.
"The blood threads hidden beneath the grime can recognize Old Man Huang. They only show this other side of themselves in front of him."
Chen Ge didn't really understand the relationship between the blood threads and Old Man Huang. He wanted to ask him about it, but Old Man Huang seemed to