Two weeks later, Li Tongyu received a call saying a package had been delivered to his home.
The gatekeeper at home signed for it and confirmed it wasn't anything dangerous.
After returning home, Li Tongyu picked up the package.
Looking at the wooden box, his brows furrowed involuntarily.
These days, wooden boxes always reminded him of something unpleasant, recalling his bloody hands.
What's more, this box looked somewhat like an urn, with a faint smell of incense candles.
Which made Li Tongyu very uncomfortable.
"What's inside?"
Upon opening it, inside was just a handful of dirt.
Li Tongyu's brow furrowed deeper, and he had the housemaid find a stick to poke around inside.
Found among the dirt were bits of something grayish-white.
Other than that, there was nothing else, akin to a prank.
But for some unknown reason, Li Tongyu suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck.
As if someone had lightly blown a breath.
Making him shiver involuntarily.
