The rich master Zhao took in a young and beautiful concubine. The first wife was jealous and killed her. The concubine died of injustice and turned into a ghost to take her life. Su Jie had read similar stories in books countless times.
"Do ghosts really exist? And how was it formed?" In su Jie's heart, he could not help but be suspicious and curious. What kind of existence was this thing without a physical body?
The night gradually deepened. All the doors and windows of the houses in the entire Blue Moon Village were tightly shut, and there was not a single pedestrian on the streets.
In a mansion at the center of Blue Moon Village, some servants had gone to bed early and didn't dare to leave the house. This was the Zhao family, which was rumored to be haunted.
Outside a room, there were two bailiffs standing guard. Both of them had a knife at their waists.
"Brother Zhang asked me to go to the toilet."
