The scene of the abandoned aristocrat's house, a musty collapsed hallway, the whisper from the depths of the earth, and the strange, chilly wind were all present to form a perfect backdrop for the ghost. Although Hao Ren found it out of whack, walking along the corridor that could give way at any time sent a chill up his spine.
What was even creepier was that when everyone had stepped into the old mansion, the surroundings quietly changed.
When Hao Ren finally noticed it, the sky outside had darkened.
The hallway was dim. As Hao Ren looked through the holes in the walls of the corridor, the clear sky of the sunny day had turned overcast as dark clouds had gathered and the skylight was no brighter than that of the dusk.
