"This seems to be someone's autobiography..."
"Her name is—Suhe Xiaojin."
Fang Shuwen glanced at Suhe Lan.
"An ancestor of your family?"
"Yes."
Suhe Lan said,
"I've seen her name in the family registry. It said she died in a duel at the age of fourteen..."
"But she died here?"
Fang Shuwen looked at the skeleton on the ground.
Luo Shuqing's breathing had grown heavy again. Fang Shuwen's gaze shifted to her, and only after he noticed did Luo Shuqing speak.
"Suhe Xiaojin wrote her story on this wall. She drank tea her brother gave her.
"When she woke up, she found herself locked underground.
"She was surrounded by strange statues, and her brother and father were right in front of her.
"Her initial panic faded, since the people closest to her were right there.
"But when she saw the look in their eyes, a deep sense of unease grew in her heart..."
In a somber tone, Luo Shuqing recounted a horrifying story.
