The wind was blowing in the opposite direction.
Upon realizing this, Fang Zhou's heart trembled. He remembered Steward Wu reminding them to look for anything out of the ordinary, and he was convinced that this was it.
He wasn't sure whether he was lucky or unlucky to have encountered something strange in the very first area.
The lessons from his past encounters taught him one thing: running was futile in situations like this. Trying to escape accomplished nothing. The only option was to face the difficulty head-on, find the root cause, and deal with it. Only then was there a sliver of a chance to survive.
He mustered up his courage and carefully made his way from the windowless side to the wooden door of the stone house, peering inside. Everything looked the same as before; he could not find any changes, not to mention people, there was not even a ghostly silhouette.
