Ahead, there stood an ancient house with the charm of the Ming and Qing dynasty styles.
Wisp after wisp of black smoke were seeping through the crevices of the carved windows, catching Qin Feng's attention. He then walked toward the old house.
As Shangguan Yan followed behind, she asked, "Where are you going?"
Having reached the door, Qin Feng looked back with a smile and said, "Let's have a look inside. If you're scared, you can wait outside."
"It's even scarier to wait outside!" Shangguan Yan quickly caught up to him in a few strides and clung to his arm.
Seeing that the door was ajar and not locked, Qin Feng stretched out his hand, ready to push the door open.
"Creak..."
The door opened on its own, as if inviting them into a trap.
"What... what's going on?" Shangguan Yan asked.
"Won't we know once we go in?"
Qin Feng, accompanied by Shangguan Yan, stepped through the door.
"Clang!"
The big door closed behind them.
Was this a trap to catch turtles in a jar?
