After nightfall, in the old district, within a house that had been vacated for sixty years.
This house was also an old-style building, previously inhabited by a clan. Due to war, the people of this clan had all moved overseas, and the house had been empty ever since. However, the house was not dirty or disordered; everything looked neat and tidy, as someone came to clean it every month.
The house was large, with many layers upon layers, and deep courtyards.
There was hardly any need for extra decor; even in the daytime, if a person walked alone in the deep, quiet corridors, they would get the creeps, let alone after dark.
"Ah—"
A sharp scream echoed from deep within the garden and, soon after, two pale-faced girls ran out in a panic.
"Two, number seventeen and eighteen."
Yang Kai held a notebook in his hand, crossed off two names at the positions number seventeen and eighteen with a red pen.
