After Liu Jing met Wang Guofu, the contents of her diary suddenly took a bizarre turn.
She had probably written the last few pages before her death. We couldn't understand a single sentence.
The writing had become incoherent, devoid of common sense or logic, like something a psychiatric patient had written.
"How did the later entries turn into this..." An Ning looked baffled.
"It's the influence of the feng shui," I said. "Its influence was limited, but those three Yin-Gathering Talismans amplified it, causing Liu Jing to lose her mind and ultimately kill herself."
"Liu Jing loved her child deeply. Her husband didn't care about her, so she could only pour all her love into her child. Even if she had suicidal thoughts, she wouldn't have taken her child with her. She must have been mentally unstable and no longer lucid when she was misled into killing her child."
"That Wang Guofu is utterly despicable."
But whether Wang Guofu had any connection to Lü Zhengxian still needed investigating.
We were trapped here, though, and escaping was our most pressing concern.
I had already burned the three Yin-Gathering Talismans with a lighter, but it was still night outside.
The yin energy here was so dense, and the windows were sealed shut. We couldn't even open them, so the yin energy certainly wasn't going to disperse. Even if it could, it would take at least a week. By then, An Ning and I would probably be dead.
We left the master bedroom and returned to the living room.
An Ning suddenly grabbed me and told me to look at the ceiling.
I looked up and saw that a mass of cobwebs had suddenly appeared on the ceiling. They weren't just on the ceiling, either; cobwebs had formed in many places.
I glanced