A few minutes later.
At the door of that ambiguously contoured house.
Du Wei, holding an umbrella, looked up and noticed that the entire house seemed out of place, somewhat resembling those medieval houses made of stone bricks, complete with a chimney.
But the surface of the house was a deep black.
No matter how you looked at it, it was strange.
Du Wei stood at the doorway, staring at the black wooden door, and hesitated for a while.
Now, with "luck and presence" on his side, he shouldn't encounter any danger upon entering, but what he wanted to find was the nun.
If the nun wasn't inside, it would feel quite meaningless to him.
But suddenly...
Behind the door, a series of footsteps resounded.
Thud...
Thud...
Thud...
The footsteps were heavy and carried a strange sound, as if someone was dragging something heavy.
Du Wei, who had once studied forensic science, could accurately assess that the owner of the footsteps was a male.
