Inside the house, only a dim light filtered through, as the dust on the windows barred the sunlight from entering.
For Zhang Ming, stepping onto the floor inside the house was like entering into the memories of days gone by, scenes of the past flooding his mind, as if they had occurred just yesterday.
The spider webs in the corner, the cracked walls, and the thick layer of dust on the floor all too clearly indicated that the house had not been visited for a long time, not even by thieves.
Zhang Ming made his way to the second floor, taking steps toward the room where he had just seen the Cursed Doll.
At the doorway, Zhang Ming was surprised to find small footprints about the size of Steamed Dumplings on the ground. He crouched down to observe them closely and judged from the thickness of the dust that these footprints were freshly made, which meant... the Cursed Doll had just run out of the room.
