Chapter 3: The Diary

Chapter 3 The Diary

A suction force came from the spread-out pages of the [Book of Good and Evil], drawing the double-faced bronze doll into its pages.

The page describing [Ghostly Artifact: Shared Senses] has an additional background painting of a double-faced bronze doll.

Mi Bayue only glanced at it before closing the book and retracting it into her palm. She took Feixue’s hand again. “Let’s go back.”

Shortly after the two left, two figures arrived at the scene.

“Is this it? ”

“Should be. Only the features here match.”

“Sharing senses with a tree… no wonder he could hide his thoughts. What thoughts could a tree possibly have? That kid’s mind is truly cunning!”

They spoke in hushed tones, their hands working swiftly.

After searching for five minutes, even digging up the tree roots, they still couldn’t find what they were looking for.

“How could it not be here?”

“Were we deceived?”

Staring at each other helplessly, they had no choice but to roughly restore the crooked-neck tree to its original state before quickly heading back.

As soon as Ban Lu entered the room, she went to Wen Qingyu in annoyance and kicked him.

Yu Hu asked: “What about the item?”

Ban Lu said indignantly: “We couldn't find it. A Cai and I dug up the entire plot of land and still didn't see anything.”

Liu Jinbao was surprised by the strange way: “How could it be? Huh? He (Wen Qingyan) now had two suspicions in mind: one, that the clues he left behind had been taken by the hidden guards; the other, that it was the mistress of this household…”

Liu Jinbao paused, then said to the three of them, "He's more suspicious of the latter. That's what he's thinking."

Wen Qingyu made a disgusted face and sarcastically remarked to Liu Jinbao, "You must have a lot of people who hate you, don't you?"

It had to be said that Wen Qingyu, despite his youth, had a sharp eye, instantly striking Liu Jinbao’s sore spot.

Ban Lu kicked him again in anger, but was stopped by Yu Hu. He turned to Liu Zhaocai and asked: “Didn't you hear anything when you went?”

Liu Zhaocai: “No, if there was one I would have said it a long time ago. Someone is coming.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the house.

Yu Hu gave the others a meaningful look and walked over to open the door.

The maid-like house spirit stood there holding a food box. “This is the evening meal that the mistress asked me to prepare for all the guests.”

Yu Hu: “Thank you.”

He took the food box and his eyes flickered.

Ban Lu shouted: “Do you want money for this?”

Yu Hu: “…”

The maid-like house spirit answered seriously, “The mistress didn't mention it, I can help the guests ask.”

“No thanks, no thanks.” Banlu said quickly.

The maid-like house spirit retreated.

Yu Hu closed the door and put the food box on the table. “This family is indeed weird.”

Ban Lu pulled out the food box layer by layer and opened it. The aroma of the food filled the room, whetting the appetite of people who had been hungry all day. Several people's eyes turned involuntarily.

Ban Ludang made it for the table first, took out a small bamboo skewer as long as a finger from his shoulder bag, tried it one by one in the meal, and said to the three of them: “No problem, it's ready to eat.”

The Zhaocai-Jinbao twins quickly sat down.

Yu Hu said as he sat down: “This food box is not light in weight, but the maid who looks thin lifted it without any effort.”

Ban Lu took a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. “We noticed something was off before we even entered. We'll investigate the situation once we're full. If there are really eerie creatures, you can hit them if you can, and run away if you can't.”

Yu Hu smacked her on the head, “Run, what run! Our stuff’s been stolen, and you still have the nerve to eat!”

Ban Lu muttered, “Who's to blame, it's not that we're short-staffed... Hey, hey, you two guys eat slower and save some for us.”

After eating, the four of them did not clear the table. After some discussion, they divided into two groups and went out to investigate the situation.

Wen Qingyu, lying motionless on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes. He held his head high and bit a ring on his right hand. The gemstone in the center of the ring was bitten off with his teeth and swallowed into his stomach.

A cool spiritual energy rose from his abdomen and flowed around his body.

Wen Qingyu's face showed a hint of hope when the spiritual air flowed through the meridians where his limbs had been cut off.

“Ah!”

A sharp pain accompanied by the burning smell of flesh and blood.

Wen Qingyu looked at his wrist in pain and distortion, and the tiny wound turned into an ugly charcoal scar that was burned horribly.

The last hope was broken, and the young man's eyes flushed with hatred.

Suddenly, the light in the house drifted down.

Wen Qingyu looked at the candlestick on the table, and the candlelight jumped and jumped again.

The boy's heart skipped a beat, and there was no wind in the room.

He smelled something and turned his eyes to the table that had just been used by the four of them.

I saw only the food scraps left on the table dishes and the tabletop, which looked like small bones of a mouse, and half of the grasshoppers and flesh insects on the side of the body were mixed together.

“Huh!” 

No matter how precocious and cruel Wen Qingyu was, he was also born rich and noble. He had never seen such disgusting things served on the table. When he thought about how these things had just been actually eaten by someone, his appetite suddenly turned sour.

Suddenly, the floor beneath him tilted violently, throwing his body into the air before slamming him back down. A large lump immediately formed on his pale forehead.

After being forced to bounce up and down more than a dozen times, the shaking finally stopped. Every part of Wen Qingyu's body ached, and several of his ribs had been broken.

In the field of view, the floor in front suddenly cracked. The cracked wooden floor resembled the fangs of a monster, and the buck teeth were grinning as they prepared to swallow the prey on the ground.

Whew——

A gust of fetid wind blew from the crack.

Wen Qingyu, caught directly in the blast, turned ashen. A terrible possibility flashed through his mind, and the usually stoic youth, who had never flinched even under torture, let out a scream: "No!"

Snap~

The candles in the house went out.

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On the eaves of the blue tile house.

Liu Zhaocai glanced back in the direction they had come, as if sensing some feelings.

Ban Lu, his partner, gave him a gesture and asked: What?

Liu Zhaocai shook his head, pointing to his ear and shaking his head: I probably heard it wrong.

Ban Lu rolled her eyes, leaped over a corner, and crouched above a room.

The glossy, braided pigtail automatically unraveled. The fine black strands, barely visible in the darkness, danced and extended beneath a blue tile. With a gentle lift, they raised the tile without a sound.

Ban Lu looked down.

A candle on the desk lit up a small area of the room and also half the face of a thin child who was writing or something.

Ban Lu draws sign language to Liu Zhaocai: Is there anyone else?

Liu Zhaocai listened attentively and shook his head.

Ban Lu was too lazy to make a gesture, and her flying hair formed letters in the air: I think this child is the strangest, why not catch her first?

Liu Zhaocai had never been independent. As he was about to nod, a sudden howling of ghosts and wolves pierced his ears, making his face turn white instantly and even his vision flutter.

In his field of view, Ban Lu let out a low scream as her hair went wild, growing and swirling to engulf half her face.

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The candlelight illuminated the desk.

The thin child wrote her diary carefully, stroke by stroke.

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[The double-faced doll laughs and then roars, "Liar! Liar!" in the air.]

[A faceless woman with long hair is staggering, her hair growing longer and longer, crying and wanting to commit suicide]

[What is the big-eared mouse listening to? Did you hear those noises outside the house?]

[The coolie carrying the massive stone is struggling so hard—his back is about to break.]

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The ink in her pen was running low, so the child stopped the pen to get ink.