Chapter 43: The Disappearance of Senior Brother Yang_1
The second floor was pitch black, with a faint, warm glow of an oil lamp illuminating the ground floor through paper-covered windows.
Huang An stood at the entrance, the enticing smell of meat wafting through the crack of the door. It was swiftly carried away by the cold wind, but curiously, inside the house was very quiet.
None of the laughter and chatter from children that Huang An expected to hear could be detected.
Huang An took a deep breath, drew his short dagger with his right hand in a reverse grip, hiding it in his sleeve and behind his back.
Then, he lifted the straw curtain covering the door and stepped in without hesitation.
The room was not large but warmly furnished. Two elderly people and two children were sitting around a table, where there was an empty stool among them.
The sudden entrance of Huang An into a previously quiet room caused the atmosphere to fall silent instantaneously.
The air seemed to solidify, leaving everyone feeling stifled.