Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

"..."

"Looks like I've really seen a ghost!"

Is this an illusion?

Fan Zui transformed his palm into a blade, unleashing a fiery blade that cleaved through the air.

The raging flames immediately set a tree below ablaze.

"Juju, something's weird here. Pack your things quickly, we need to get out of here."

"it is good!"

Orange turned and went inside.

"Young master, come and see!"

In a flash, Fan Zui left a trail of afterimages and arrived directly inside the house.

He looked at the basin of water, following the direction the orange was pointing.

The water inside is red!

Isn't this what he left when he washed his hands?

"..."

Chapter 147 [The Mysterious Solution]

This place is getting weirder and weirder!

Pack your things and leave as soon as possible.

After all, curiosity killed the cat.

He was a man who valued his life.

Although the orange was a protective charm, the strange occurrences were not necessarily lessened.

There's definitely something wrong with this place!

The two of them came downstairs, and as they passed the corner staircase, they noticed a scratch on it.

It doesn't look like a sword or knife mark!

It looks more like a sharp claw!

"Sir, what's the matter?"

As she spoke, Ju Zi looked around; she also felt that something was off about the place.

Although she had never been here before, her keen sixth sense was always frighteningly accurate.

Fan Zui didn't speak, but squatted down and looked at something in a small corner.

He reached out and picked it up.

As far as the eye can see, a lonely, withered bone lies lying there, seemingly stained with the most desolate colors of time.

The bone tissue is dry and pale, like a mountain range eroded by time, smooth yet revealing a hint of fragility.

The moment it was touched, the bone turned to ashes.

But one thing is certain: it should be human bones!

Fan Zui recalled the countless skeletons from last night.

Mass grave!

"Let's go!"

Holding Ju Zi's soft little hand, the two of them continued downstairs.

Upon reaching the seventh floor, just as I was about to go downstairs, I saw that the door to the room next to me was wide open.

A breeze blew through, and the door creaked.

On the withered, yellowed door, there appears to be a blurry handprint.

Fan Zui peeked out slightly and saw half a garment under the crack in the door.

There appeared to be bloodstains on it.

The eighth floor, which is the top floor, was occupied only by the two of them.

However, other people live downstairs.

Logically speaking, at this hour, everyone should be up and heading to the martial arts arena.

However, there was not a single person in sight.

Approach slowly.

Gently push open the door.

A cloud of dust hit my face, making my nose sting.

He waved his hand, clearing away the dust in front of him.

The scene inside the house came into view.

There was no sign of cleaning; only cobwebs were visible.

Yesterday, when the two went upstairs, they could clearly see that the rooms were thoroughly cleaned.

But the room before me seemed to have endured the ravages of time, dilapidated and drafty, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

The walls are peeling, like brocade in tatters; the tiles are broken, and the cold wind is like a knife.

The ground, covered with fallen leaves over the years, has become a heartbreaking sight.

Spiderwebs entangled the house, like bare walls; the dense spider webs cast a gloomy shadow, clearly depicting a scene of desolation.

The walls are hunched and swaying, as if long-lived as the Southern Mountain; the floor is cracked and broken, as if it wants to be revived by the east wind.

The ancient loess bricks, after a thousand years, reveal a mottled pattern.

Upon further investigation, they discovered skeletal remains.

There was indeed a piece of cloth with bloodstains in the corner of the wall and under the door.

It looked out of place in the rest of the room.

The room was old and dilapidated, but the blood was fresh.

The two looked at several more rooms, and the conditions were all similar.

The house contained skeletons and was in a state of disrepair.

The cultivators living there had clearly died and perished.

As if he had thought of something, Fan Zui steeled himself, grabbed Ju Zi, and went back to the eighth floor.

We made our way to the room where we had stayed the previous night.

He kicked the door open, and a cloud of dust rushed in.

"..."

The two looked at each other intently.

They clearly cleaned the place thoroughly yesterday.

Well, the only difference is that there were no skeletons inside the house.

"Young master, have we encountered a ghost?"

Fan Zui didn't say anything, but just held her hand tightly.

He now really wants to know the answer.

"Let's go!"

The two came down from the eighth floor and looked around. They felt that the inn was full of eeriness.

There's a kind of eeriness that's hard to explain.

Everything was so terrifying!

Sometimes, they really can't distinguish between reality and dreams.

Fortunately, we've already left. Let's get out of here as soon as possible.

People finally started arriving at the training ground.

However, they came from elsewhere, not the same group as yesterday.

"Hey, what are you all doing here?"

A monk in hemp robes stepped forward to greet them.

It seems I know them.

"Fellow Daoist, you seem a little surprised to see us?"

The man looked to be around forty or fifty years old, and his cultivation level should be around the Cloud Ascension Realm.