Where Is My Hand?

After yellow hair entered the home, two children with painted faces poked their heads out from the sedan. Bai Qiulin acted like he did not see this creepy scene and walked past the sedan. The white lantern above the door swayed several times before they went out, throwing the home into darkness.

White celebratory posters were pasted on the wall, and yellow hair stood in the courtyard alone. "This place is larger than the others. Plenty of traps must be around here."

He might be reckless, but he was not dumb. The atmosphere in the home was slightly off—he had already noticed that.

"Huang Xing…" Someone was calling his name. It sounded ethereal and seemed to come from the inner room.

"Someone's calling me?" He tried to follow the voice, but it disappeared as if he had imagined it. "It should be some kind of surround sound system. I'm surprised such a dilapidated set design has high-end equipment."