A chill surged in Yu Shikui's heart. It was already midnight, the eerie wind howling with a ghostly presence. Could it be the spirits of the villagers from Wangshan Town, the first victims of the plague who were not saved, causing trouble?
Or is it a wandering ghost passing by?
He was a civil servant, yet his hands were not without blood.
Although he did not do it personally, when it comes to holding someone accountable, they would surely find him.
"Who's there?"
Yu Shikui sat on the bed, dressed only in his nightclothes, not daring to move, but his eyes darted around wildly, trying to identify the source of the gusting eerie wind.
This was the tent Wen Hao had occupied before, spacious and bright, with the heavy curtains drawn tightly down on all sides, leaving no place for wind to enter.
He examined carefully and felt as though there was indeed no wind.
Could it be that he was overly tense?
