Hearing the scream, Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue exchanged a glance before both rushed into the mansion.
Inside the mansion, the greenery was lush and dense. Upon entering, they saw a thicket of cypresses.
Cypress, in folklore, is known as Yin Wood, often planted beside tombs. The ground was covered with layers upon layers of decaying leaves; it looked like no one had lived there for a long time.
Ma Jingtian's voice came from up ahead.
As Xin Lin walked forward, he saw Ma Jingtian with a pale face sitting on the ground, his ankle clamped by a sharp animal trap. The trap had penetrated deep into his flesh, to the bone.
Ma Jingtian had a mournful expression. He saw Silly Chu slip into the mansion and worried about the fool's safety, so he came to find him.
Who would have known, the moment he stepped in, a shadow flickered before his eyes. He thought it was Silly Chu and hurriedly chased after it, but carelessly got caught by the trap.
Xin Lin examined the injury and frowned.
