Deep into the night, with silence all around, Qin Feng carrying a torch, led Xue Xiaochan into the Suolong Cave.
"Why is the Suolong Cave so eerie and damp all over?" asked Xiaochan.
Qin Feng crouched down, dipped his fingertip into a drop of water on the ground, and gently sniffed it near his nose.
With a puzzled face, Xiaochan stared at him and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"The yin energy."
Xiaochan rolled her eyes and said fiercely, "Bloody hell, speak human language!"
Pointing towards a corner ahead, where there was a ghost shrine, Qin Feng reminded her with a chuckle, "The 'bloody hell' is over there!"
Following the direction of Qin Feng's finger, Xiaochan saw nothing but a red wooden box.
"Other than you, where else could there be a bloody hell?"
Xiaochan stared at the wooden box for a while and noticed some strange carvings on it, so she asked curiously, "What the heck is this wooden box?"
"A ghost shrine."
