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But at this moment, he realized that neither he nor the old Daoist had followed him. He turned around and said, ”Why aren't you two leaving?”

I threw him a glance and said, ”With the old Taoist here, do you still need a key? Let me tell you, this old Taoist is a versatile key. ”

The old Daoist calmly said, ”Cut the crap. Just follow me. I guarantee that you won't die.”

An Gui laughed bitterly and asked weakly, ”If he doesn't die, won't he be crippled for life …”

”Pah!”

The old Daoist immediately turned around and sent him flying with a slap. Then, as if nothing had happened, he said, ”Yes, let's go.”

Eh, this old Taoist is extremely pretentious, as usual …

After saying that, he walked to the door on the first floor and took out the bunch of keys with earwax on them. He used the earwax to poke at the lock a few times before opening the door with a 'kacha' sound.

An Gui was still stroking his head that had been smacked. He couldn't help but say in surprise, ”Daoist brother, you're awesome. The speed at which you unlocked the door was even faster than when I opened the key!”

”Pah!”

The old Daoist slapped him again, ”Can't you lower your voice? If others were to find out, they would definitely beat you up like a thief!”

An Gui awkwardly rubbed his head and smiled, not daring to say another word.

Looking at this fellow's embarrassed appearance, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and laugh.

When we got to the second floor, it became even darker, and the cold air inside the old woman's house escaped from the crack and hit our feet, and I felt a cold sensation in my ankles, as if I were being held by a pair of cold hands.

At this point, I no longer had the mood to make fun of An Gui.

What would it be like inside the house?

Countless horrible images flew through my head. Ghost claws, bloody faces, and monsters with missing jaws and little head were playing in my mind like a projector.

I suddenly felt scared all over.

Alright, we've met so many times already, what's there to be afraid of? Didn't you still have the old Daoist by your side? The relationship between the old Daoist and the old Daoist was like that of a cat and a mouse. If the old Daoist met the old Daoist, he would only end up being beaten up. With him by his side, he would definitely be fine!

Thinking this way, I was more confident, so I wasn't afraid anymore.

At this moment, the door creaked open by the old Daoist.

A cold wind blew across the room, making us shiver. The darkness in the room was as thick as liquid asphalt, and there was an oppressive feeling that made it difficult to breathe.

I knew where the light switch was, so I hurried over and pressed it. The incandescent light on the ceiling flashed a few times like lightning, then didn't light up. When I pressed the switch again, the incandescent light didn't respond at all.

The old Daoist then said, ”There's no need to turn on the light.” He took out a fire piston, rubbed it, and lit it.

An Gui and I took out our phones and turned on our flashlights.

The room instantly became much brighter.

The furniture in the room was arranged neatly. There was a sofa, a table, a television, a cabinet … Nothing had changed. It was exactly the same as when I first came here.

The only change was that there were two candles on the table. For some reason, these two candles only burned halfway before they were extinguished.

The old Daoist touched the candle and said to himself, ”And the temperature …”

As he spoke, he lit the candle on the table with the fire piston in his hand.

When the candles were lit, the room immediately lit up as if the lights had been turned on.

However, if one looked further in, it would still be dark outside the balcony. Everything outside the balcony seemed to have been cleaned, blurry, and a little strange.

The air-conditioning outside the balcony was still buzzing.

The old Daoist looked at the balcony and then walked over. He reached out his hand to open the door to the balcony, but was startled when he saw that there were two doors on his left and right leading to the two bedrooms.

After pausing for a moment, the old Daoist turned left and opened the door to the left bedroom.

The bedroom was completely dark. The old Daoist walked in with a flaming paper roll, and the entire room immediately became much brighter.

What came into view was a double bed with a small table beside it. There were a lot of things on the table, including chargers, cosmetics, mirrors, a small notebook, and a framed wedding photo. It was a wedding photo of Arlene and Sakura.

There was a brown wardrobe beside the table, and the wardrobe door was closed.

The old Taoist was studying every detail of the room with rapt attention, and I was looking at every detail.

At this moment, An Gui tugged at the corner of my clothes and said while trembling, ”Look at the ground …”

I looked down and saw nothing but cold floor tiles.

”What!” I said irritably.

At this moment, An Gui said, ”The shadow on the ground …”