Yu Qinghuan suddenly shuddered.
For no apparent reason, she felt a chill down her spine.
There were clearly no ghosts around, and Qin Manjiang had been explaining everything to her so patiently...
What was wrong with me?
After saying that, Jiang Du fell silent as well.
He pushed open the rain-soaked wooden gate. With a creak, it seemed to open onto some long-sealed time and space.
The cold air after the rain carried a faint scent of medicinal herbs. It was not unpleasant; though bitter, it held the natural fragrance of plants.
Yu Qinghuan came back to her senses and hurried after Jiang Du.
The residence was not large, consisting of just a courtyard enclosed by stone walls and an old house roofed with black tiles.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Violent coughing came from inside the house from time to time.
Hearing it, Jiang Du's brow relaxed, and he called out, "Is that Mr. Yan?"
The coughing stopped abruptly.
While making his inquiries, Jiang Du had even learned the man's surname.
Yu Qinghuan suddenly felt a little nervous, even though there was nothing eerie about this place.
Footsteps sounded inside. Before long, the carved wooden door opened, revealing a very pale, refined-looking middle-aged man standing in the doorway.
Yu Qinghuan was a little surprised. She had imagined many possible appearances for the mastermind, such as an old man on the brink of death, or a young man covered in festering sores and plagued by illness. Just thinking of those images, she could almost smell the stench of decay coming from them.
Yet this courtyard scented with medicinal herbs, and this cultured middle-aged man standing in the doorway, his skin stark white against the darkness behind him, left Yu Qinghuan momentarily dazed.
He really did not look like a villain who would