After waiting for a while, no one answered the door…
Unwilling to give up, Qin Chu was just about to push through the door when a voice sounded from behind them.
"Who are you guys looking for?"
Huo Mian turned around to see a young boy, about 15 or 16 years old. He was tall and had dark skin.
He held a basketball in his hands and was sweating through his shirt. He seemed to have just come back from playing outside.
"Little boy, we are looking for the owner of this house, have you seen him?" Huo Mian asked politely.
"We are distant relatives of Grandpa Yang," Qin Chu added.
"You guys are looking for Grandpa Yang…?" The little boy had a weird expression on his face.
"Isn't he at home? I heard that he came back a few days ago," Qin Chu said.
"He's… already dead," the little boy hesitated for a moment before slowly saying.
"What? Dead?" Huo Mian and Qin Chu exclaimed at the same time.