Shen Mianmian took the handkerchief and covered her nose, slowly walking in with He Nan, while Yang Xiaoxi looked on with envy and asked Lu Siyuan, "Do you have one?"
Lu Siyuan rolled his eyes at her like she was an idiot. "Stop being pretentious. If you think it's dirty, just stand outside."
"I don't want to."
Yang Xiaoxi tightly clung to his arm, trembling as she walked in with him.
Although the house was dirty, the furniture inside was all intact, making it obvious that the original owners had left in a hurry, or perhaps they felt that the items inside were too ominous to take with them.
The decor was of a European style, but there was a portrait of Guan Yu on the wall, coupled with the dust and cobwebs everywhere, it seemed rather eerie.
After touring the first floor, they went up to the second floor, which strangely looked as if it had been ransacked, somewhat messy with sofas slashed apart by scissors or something similar.