After hearing us out, Iron Pillar nodded repeatedly in agreement.
"Then, please come this way, all of you. This way..."
With that, he gestured for us to follow.
We all murmured our assent and followed Iron Pillar inside.
The front of the house served as the Antique Appraisal Studio's storefront, while the back was the family's living space.
There was also a small courtyard out back. It was a lovely old house.
As Iron Pillar led the way, he said:
"My wife was diagnosed with an immune deficiency. All her internal organs have started failing. The doctor said she only had a few days left.
My wife said she didn't want to stay in the hospital.
There was nothing I could do, so I brought her home to look after her..."
Our expressions grew grave at his words.
We had yet to see her and didn't know her condition, so we made no judgment.
But the ghostly energy here was indeed heavier than in the front room.
Soon, we reached the door to her room.
"My wife's in here!"
With that, he gently pushed the door open.
The moment it opened, we caught a faint, musty stench.
The room was pitch-black, its windows completely sealed so that not a ray of light could enter. It was damp, yet a humidifier was still running.
On top of that, the ghostly energy in this room was even stronger.
It seemed Auntie Liu really might have contracted an evil illness.
Iron Pillar switched on the lights, which were all rather dim.
The room was simply furnished with a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.
A middle-aged woman with graying hair lay asleep on the bed. Her face was pale, and her eye sockets and cheeks had sunken in.
She breathed out more than