Generally speaking, haunted houses had crooked trees, weeds everywhere, torn window paper, half-open doors, scattered furniture, accumulated dust, and spiderwebs covering every corner.
Of course, if ordinary people came to a haunted house, the ghosts inside would cast spells to transform it into an exquisite, beautiful residence, serve delicious food and drink, and lower the visitors' guard.
But those were merely tricks to blind the eye. Once the spell was broken, the haunted house's true appearance would immediately be revealed. Hmm, perhaps it might even have been built beside a grave mound.
So Gu Zhao's first suspicion was that this was an illusion cast by the ghosts in the residence.
Yet no matter how he focused power into his eyes, scrutinized the place, or even spread out his divine sense, he found not the slightest trace of spellwork.
"Not an illusion?" Gu Zhao asked in surprise.
"Not an illusion!" Daoist Yansong touched the corridor pillar beside him. "Unless the other party's Mana is far greater than ours, there's no way they could keep us from noticing anything amiss."
"But it's also possible that they're proficient in illusions." Bai Ke jumped out of Xiuniang's backpack and onto her shoulder. "If we run into a fierce ghost skilled in illusion arts, then we'll be in serious trouble."
Unlike someone with weaker Mana, who might still be beaten, once one fell into an illusion and could not escape, life and death would truly no longer be in one's own hands.
Xiuniang turned back and saw that the gates of the residence remained open. Feeling a little frightened, she asked, "Then... are we still going in?"
Daoist Yansong also looked to Gu Zhao, waiting for his decision.
"Of course we're going in." Gu Zhao nodded. "We've come this far!"
Caution was certainly right, but