"Knock, knock, knock—"
"Is anyone there?"
Bai Yanliang knocked on the door.
After truly stepping into the village, Zhongyuan Village felt even more dilapidated.
Weeds covered the ground. It was clearly daytime, yet there wasn't a single person outside the village, with doors and windows of every house tightly shut.
Apart from the red funeral garments hanging outside every door, there were almost no traces of human life.
And just as Bai Yanliang knocked on the wooden door of this household, the red funeral garment hanging from the eaves suddenly started to move.
"Wait."
Yu Wenxuan stared at the blood-red garment, which was currently fluttering above the three of them, becoming more unsettling by the moment.
Bai Yanliang also stopped his knocking motion, his hand paused mid-air, as he looked up at the garment still swaying above him and asked, "Was there wind just now?"
Yu Wenxuan immediately shook his head, "No, I'm sure it moved on its own."
