The courtyard was sealed off, and no windows were open on the four walls of the room.
"This grand courtyard doesn't seem to be a place for the living. It's more like a coffin."
Zhou Xuan said.
In the courtyard, besides darkness, there was a stench of blood. Wherever the lanterns illuminated, the bluestone ground was stained with thick blood.
Perhaps due to the long passage of time, some blood stains had seeped into the floor tiles, with fine blood threads mixed in the blue surface.
Dark and filled with the smell of blood, Mr. Bai Liu felt uneasy inside, but Zhou Xuan remained calm, standing with his hands behind his back, eyes closed, thinking of who knows what.
"Master, Zhou Xuan has arrived."
The Blind Housekeeper was the first to break the silence, appearing crazed, like a priest presiding over a ritual.
