"I say, Miss Sui Yi, you rarely speak, so why is it that when you do, it's so horrifying!"
"Sui Yi, how long has your family's ancestral tomb been built?" Ninth Miss's voice sounded somewhat strange.
Sui Yi couldn't be bothered to explain that she wasn't from this family, so after a thought, she replied, "No more than thirty years."
Specifically, she wasn't sure.
Ninth Miss didn't need an exact figure, she just uttered a light exclamation and said coolly, "But for this Human-faced Moss to grow so large, it would need at least a hundred years or more."
The original silence immediately turned into dead stillness, as the people hanging on the ropes all subconsciously gripped tighter onto their ropes.
Ninth Miss's words were even more horrifying.
Just as everyone's hearts were getting cold and they were on guard, someone suddenly spoke up weakly, "Hey, do any of you feel like these faces are moving?"
