Lin Tian followed behind Wang Lan and noticed that there were many lights in the old house, but many of them were useless.
Looking up at the light bulb above his head, Lin Tian curiously asked, "Why are there so many lights installed here, and why aren't they on?"
Glancing at the light above their heads, Wang Lan said, "Ever since the incident with my uncle, we've installed a lot of lights inside, but that night, all the lights exploded."
As she said this, Wang Lan seemed somewhat afraid, unconsciously leaning a little closer to Lin Tian.
"There's nothing special, right? Where are the ghosts?" Bu Mengting, who was following behind them, said somewhat disappointedly.
She really wanted to see if there were any ghosts.
Wang Lan opened her mouth as if she wanted to curse someone, but she didn't say anything, just muttering to herself under her breath.
Wang Lan took Lin Tian around the entire old house, and Lin Tian became quite familiar with the surroundings.
