After entering, the white fog thinned considerably, like the feeling of morning fog on a winter's day, with visibility over thirty meters.
Lin Baici didn't let everyone search for clues because this was a courtyard like those in a Jiangnan garden, about half the size of a football field.
In the center of the courtyard, there was a crooked-neck Old Locust Tree with a very thick trunk, estimated that even three people couldn't encircle it; its branches and leaves were lush, with a thick layer of fallen leaves spread beneath it.
"No one is here!"
Grey mother was very nervous, "What was making that laughter and crying we just heard?"
"Could it be a ghost?"
Brother Overcoat speculated.
"Whoa, don't scare me!"
Grey mother was frightened.
"Is it this Old Locust Tree?"
Xia Hongyao circled around the courtyard and finally stopped in front of the Old Locust Tree.
"If it doesn't matter whether it is or not, why not just burn it down?"
Classmate Zhou suggested.
