Yu Qinghuan suddenly shuddered.
For no reason, she felt a chill down her spine.
There were clearly no ghosts around, and Qin Manjiang had been explaining everything to her so kindly...
What was wrong with me?
After saying that, Jiang Du said no more.
He pushed open the rain-soaked wooden door. With a creak, it seemed to open onto some long-sealed time and space.
The cool 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 only of 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 found out the man's surname.
Yu Qinghuan suddenly felt a little nervous, even though there was nothing eerie about this place.
Footsteps came from inside. Soon, the carved wooden door opened, revealing a refined, very pale middle-aged man standing in the doorway.
Yu Qinghuan was a little surprised. She had imagined many possible appearances for the mastermind: an old man at death's door, perhaps, or a young man covered in festering sores and plagued by disease. Merely thinking of those images, she almost seemed to smell the rotten stench coming from them.
Yet this courtyard scented with medicinal herbs, and the cultured middle-aged man standing in the doorway, his skin white against the darkness behind him, left Yu Qinghuan momentarily dazed.
He really did not look like a villain who would cause a Ghost Story and