Yang Xiao remembered that in that dilapidated house, there had been a block of cyan jade, emitting a strange cyan halo; at this moment, however, the area around the dilapidated house was shrouded in gray fog, exuding a sinister ghostly aura.
Suddenly, several figures with their backs to Yang Xiao sensed the arrival of a visitor and almost simultaneously turned their bodies, their steps stiff and movements identical.
From left to right, a man with a square face and scruffy beard, a middle-aged man with a potbelly, an elderly, tall, and thin man with a vertical wrinkle between his eyebrows and a salt-and-pepper goatee, and finally a woman around the age of 40, with a plump figure.
All together, there were four people, respectively known as number 40, number 9, number 189, and number 24, who had all died.
All four wore completely identical false smiles, like marionettes on strings, uniformly lifted their left hands towards Yang Xiao, gently waving him over.
