Lin Lan's mind raced as her strength slowly returned. She gently opened her bedroom door and tiptoed to the kitchen. Once behind the kitchen door, she immediately saw a thin, gleaming blade sticking through the crack. It was constantly fiddling with the door latch, trying hard to push it open.
Recalling the words Liu Jinbao had thrown at her after he was ambushed and stuffed in a sack, she was sure the thief outside had to be that bastard Liu Jinbao. He must have found out Lin Yuezhen had gone back home for the Ghost Festival and snuck into the yard to get his revenge.
'What should I do?' During the Ghost Festival, every household honors their ancestors. After the rituals, they all drink and chat together. It was now past two in the morning, the dead of night when everyone was sound asleep.
'If I scream my lungs out in here, no one will probably hear me. I could go out the back door! But what if someone's waiting there too? Wouldn't that be walking right into a trap?'
