"After that, this house was completely abandoned. But whenever anyone passed by at night, they'd walk inside for no apparent reason and then die in there!"
"Everyone in the village said that man who died of illness had come back."
"He treated all those people as his medicine!"
After hearing Liu Quan out.
The others thought it over. The man from earlier really had been strange. He had an illness that could flare up at any moment, yet he didn't carry his medicine.
Did that mean his medicine was inconvenient to carry, or something he couldn't readily show other people?
Then what was this medicine?
The three exchanged flickering glances. This man before them was strange too. What was he doing outside a haunted house in the middle of the night?
They were just about to ask about this suspicious point.
Creak.
The door behind them opened, and a scolding voice rang out. "Get lost! Get lost! Get lost!"
It was accompanied by the heavy clang of an iron tool striking the door, as though he were trying to scare something away.
They turned to see the man from earlier, Li Dafu, holding a hoe and repeatedly striking his own iron gate. His face was covered in sweat, and he was clearly frightened himself, but to save them, he still forced down his fear and spoke.
"You damned ghost! How many people have you killed here? I'm not letting you have your way today!"
"Get over here, all of you!"
At this sight.
Liu Quan retreated several steps, fear appearing on his face as well. "That damned ghost is actually being this blatant!?"
"Quick, run with me! He'll get us all killed!"
Caught between them, the others found themselves unable to advance or retreat, unsure whom to believe.
Just then,