On one hand, they were worried their conversation would catch the attention of Evil Spirit, on another, the atmosphere inside the Haunted House was always so oppressively heavy... so heavy it was hard to even open one's mouth, to say nothing of catching one's breath.
The woman stared at the pitch-black window and suddenly a thought emerged in her mind:
'The Haunted House is the boundary between reality and the Far Realm. If ordinary houses offer views of the human world, what then, might one see if standing inside and gazing out of a Haunted House's windows?'
Another world—the true visage of the 'Far Realm'—might it appear before her eyes?
Qian Yingshou thought this to herself but had no intention of getting up at the moment.
In fact, she'd contemplated this more than once, but every attempt had ended in failure.
