Strange things happen, and I drive the evil god mad by chasing debts.

The two followed the sound, and a cold wind blew, carrying the smell of rotten paper money.

The entire He mansion was deathly silent, devoid of any vitality.

In the empty, pale mourning hall, figures slowly emerged.

Those people were dressed in mourning clothes, the wide hemp garments hanging to the ground, covering their entire bodies. They moved stiffly, looking nothing like living people.

In front of the black lacquered coffin in the very center, a lone white figure knelt.

The woman was dressed in plain white mourning clothes, the fabric of which was old and gray. Her long hair covered her face, and her back was ramrod straight. She remained motionless from beginning to end.

Like a paper sculpture.

Pei Wuwang was somewhat puzzled: "In such a large He mansion, is this... Madam He the only one?"

Shen Qingchan, dressed in red, looked somewhat out of place. She glanced at Li Shuifeng and asked, "You said you slaughtered the He family, so tell me, how many people were originally in the He family?"

Li Shuifeng stiffly tilted her head, a crisp cracking sound coming from her neck. As if struggling to think, her hoarse, dry voice spilled out intermittently from her throat: "The He family has... a younger sister, a young lady, and a young master..."

Pei Wuwang frowned: "But there's only one person observing mourning now, and a child locked in a room. Are all the others dead?"

Their gazes fell on Li Shuifeng again.

Li Shuifeng frantically raised her hand and scratched her scalp.

Dry, whitish skin flakes, mixed with a few stiff, yellowish strands of hair, fell in a rustling sound onto the grayish-white ground, a shocking sight.

"Not dead...not dead...I don't know..."

"Does he not know or is he still alive?" Pei Wuwang was a little confused by her question.

"If you're not sure, then let's look around. There are people everywhere, just grab anyone and ask them." Shen Qingchan's clear voice rang out from the side, and Pei Wuwang felt something was amiss.

Sure enough, as soon as he turned his head, he saw this outrageous woman in embroidered shoes, her bright red figure appearing in the crowd.

Pei Wuwang hurried forward, only to find the other person already shouting at the top of their lungs. Their clear voice suddenly exploded in the deathly silent and oppressive mourning hall, sounding particularly abrupt: "Hey! Have you seen Young Master He and Miss He?"

People passing by remained stiff, heads bowed, gait slow and rigid, ignoring her calls.

He didn't look up, didn't pause, and didn't react in the slightest.

The sounds of wind and footsteps in the entire mourning hall vanished, and deathly silence instantly swallowed all sound.

Shen Qingchan raised an eyebrow slightly and took a step forward.

She raised her hand and pressed down on the shoulder of the nearest strange-looking man in white beside her.

The moment my fingertips touched the fabric, a bone-chilling coldness shot through my entire body.

The strange creature that had been touched suddenly stopped its sluggish pace.

It still kept its head down, its white robes fluttering slightly even without wind.

The head that had always been bowed slowly turned 180 degrees at an angle that defied the natural order of skeletal structure.

It has no face.

Above the neck covered by hemp clothing, there was nothing but a flat, pale, featureless piece of skin, staring intently at Shen Qingchan.

Pei Wuwang was startled, but Shen Qingchan's expression remained unchanged. She even leaned slightly closer to his blank face, her tone as calm as if she were asking for directions: "I'm asking you, where are the He family members?"

The bare skin and flesh suddenly began to twitch slightly.

Fine cracks spread rapidly, and a dark red to black viscous liquid seeped out from the cracks.

A sticky voice slowly emerged from the depths of the crack: "In—the—coffin—"

Once she found out who it was, Shen Qingchan released the person, and the person returned to their original path.

Pei Wuwang stepped forward, puzzled, and asked, "If they're all really dead, there shouldn't be only one coffin. Are there other coffins somewhere else?"

"Perhaps, let's search again." Shen Qingchan raised an eyebrow. "The He mansion is so big, once Hongyue climbs up, all sorts of people come out. We need to search again."

The two of them, along with the charlatan, went back and forth to the side hall they had just passed, going through each room one by one.

At the same time, Shen Qingchan's system issued a warning:

[Warning: Miss is coughing and wheezing. Please return to care for the frail young lady!]

After two warning shots rang in succession, Shen Qingchan had no choice but to stop and turn back.

Pei Wuwang sighed softly, "I knew it couldn't be like this."

Shen Qingchan ignored him and, after breaking open the door, she saw the young lady rolling on the ground, making hoarse coughing sounds.

"Cough cough... Ah... Huff, cough cough—" A series of muffled coughs stuck in his throat, accompanied by a feeling of suffocation on the verge of death.

According to the rules, since the young lady was coughing and wheezing, she needed to be dressed in an old cotton coat.

The air inside was murky and foul-smelling; the dust and musty smell made one's chest feel stuffy.

Shen Qingchan pinched her nose and quickly scanned every corner of the room. In the dilapidated wooden cabinet piled with old things, she found a thick old cotton coat.

The garment was too large and did not fit a child's body at all; it looked like a shroud left behind by a dead person.

But she couldn't care less; grabbing the sleeves, she directly tied them around the young lady's neck: "Is that enough?"

Pei Wuwang frowned: "Is this really okay...?"

Unexpectedly, "Miss" slowly stopped coughing and wheezing, blinked her empty eye sockets, and stared unblinkingly at Shen Qingchan, squeezing out a chilling voice: "Nanny...don't let my sister get married...don't..."

"Why?" Shen Qingchan asked, still maintaining her calm and composed demeanor.

To everyone's surprise, after just this simple question, the other person's tone suddenly rose, their delicate voice becoming sharp and distorted: "You can't marry! Sister can't get married!"

"Once she marries, someone in the He family will die...they'll all die!"

She suddenly raised her withered, thin hand and gripped Shen Qingchan's wrist tightly.

Those hands were icy cold, the skin and flesh as hard as withered wood, and the fingertips were bluish-black.

The force was astonishing.

"So many people will die...they'll die so tragically..."

"Blood flowed throughout the He family's home; coffins couldn't hold it all, and graves couldn't bury it all..."

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, and broken words were squeezed out of her throat.

Her empty eye sockets held no tears, but rather dark red, viscous blood that slowly seeped out from between her eyes.

Shen Qingchan and Pei Wuwang exchanged a glance. Wasn't what the other was saying exactly what had happened to the He family during the day?

It seems this kid really knows something.

Then they won't need to search for anything.

"Do you know who killed him?" Shen Qingchan pressed.

Before he could finish speaking, the other person started coughing violently again: "Ah—cough cough…no…"

"don't want……"

The child suddenly raised his dry hands and tightly gripped his own neck, struggling as he did so: "Don't kill me—"

"No one is going to kill you." Seeing this, Shen Qingchan had no choice but to find other cotton-padded clothes, but the ones she found were basically the same funeral clothes.

After turning the clothes inside out.

A crumpled piece of red paper was found under the cabinet.

This is a marriage certificate.