The doors and windows around the house were tightly sealed, not even a single candle lit. Outside, it was clearly daytime, but inside, it was incredibly dark, with only a small beam of sunlight peeking through a hole in the ceiling, faintly illuminating the floor near Chen Xuan's feet.
The air was thick with the stench of decay, so nauseating it made one want to vomit, and a cold brown-red glow emanated from the floor, the color of half-coagulated blood.
"What's... going on?" The middle-aged man opposite waved his arms, dispersing the rising dust, "What was that sound just now!"
"I don't know, something... fell?" A woman's voice mumbled.
Their voices sounded strange too, as if something was stuck in their throats.
They hadn't noticed Chen Xuan yet, but Chen Xuan saw them clearly.
