Chapter 317: The Stirred Wound_2

The Ghost House Elder's agonizing experiences before his death, the encounter with a certain person, and the memories of having his eyes gouged out—

"Do you still remember how Song Deshou died?"

Xu Xiangyang had not kept this matter secret from the two young ladies.

"You mean, the possibility that the Ghost House Elder was also created by someone?"

"Mm."

"Hmm... Does this have any connection to the current situation?"

"Not sure. Sigh, this whole thing is getting more and more confusing."

The expressions of the young people were all very grave.

After they ascended to the second floor, a middle-aged man with graying hair came from the other end of the corridor.

He looked ordinary, wearing a dark coat, carrying a large mobile phone in his hand, and his gaze swept over the features of the two young people's faces but seemed to slide past without any concern.