Memorial Tablet

A strong smell of dust swept over them.

The room was covered in cobwebs, giving off a strange aura.

There were not many messy items. After all, according to the ghoul of Erniang, the people here had moved their things away when they left. Not many of the tables, chairs, and benches were left.

"I stayed in the inner room that night," Meng Jifang whispered.

Xie Qiao lowered her head slightly and walked in through the narrow inner door.

On the ground, there were some scattered wooden planks, some of which had been gnawed by rats. It looked quite messy. When she walked up, the creaking sounds were jarring, making people feel uncomfortable.

"Is there nothing else?" Xie Qiao asked.