Five hundred fifty-three, haunted house

"Luo Shu, should we go in?" Zhang Xiaoling asked, looking at Luo Shu. Aunt He was so scared, there must be a reason.

"Why not go in?" Luo Shu raised an eyebrow and smiled. She had already looked over the house, and not just one person had died here. Because they were all murdered, the wronged spirits had never dispersed. Especially at night, wails like those of ghosts could be heard coming from the place.

However, when she had scanned the house with her Divine Sense just now, she had already dispelled those souls. Now, aside from the interior being a bit run-down, there was nothing else there.

"But I'm a bit scared…" Zhang Xiaoling had never seen ghosts or deities, yet she often heard the elders in the village tell frightening stories. Over time, a shadow had naturally taken root in her heart.