In the main hall of the main house, Yan Daozi sat crookedly beside the central square table, with two porcelain vases on the case behind him, and a Daoist Wanderer Map hanging above.
The map depicted a landscape, a misty ink painting, where a Daoist with an immortal demeanor was followed by hundreds of beasts, harmonious and joyful.
But with one glance, Sang Que saw the mountains filled with skeletons and wild ghosts, the Daoist hidden in the clawing black fog, his face indiscernible and extremely eerie.
The smell of corpses was even stronger inside, emanating not only from Yan Daozi but also from the rooms on either side of the hall.
Sang Que glanced to the side, looking towards the room on the left, where two wooden doors were tightly closed, locked, with strange yellow talismans pasted on both sides, not knowing what was inside.
Earlier outside, she noticed the windows of this room were nailed shut with wooden strips.
