"Don't touch anything!" Gao Ming had just opened the photo album on the bed when Xuan Wen's voice rang out from behind, and she closed the album before he could.
"What's wrong?" Gao Ming was puzzled, "The photos look heartwarming, just documenting the daily life of this family, their daily life before death."
"You dare to touch things in a coffin room? This house has been used as an altar to store ashes, and all items that carry the homeowner's memories are cursed. Your power hasn't recovered yet, and if you get entangled by the homeowner again, you're truly going from life to death." Xuan Wen clutched the album, closing it without putting it back on the bed.
"Are you concerned about me? I can tell that you seemed really worried about me just now." Gao Ming had been through so much despair in all the previous rooms and had heard one bad piece of news after another, but not only had he not broken down, his face could now even show a smile.
