There is no doubt among everyone that there is something very strange about the old lady in this household.
Everything about her is perplexing.
Even though we only arrived today and didn't know her, she welcomed us into her yard with a strangely familiar tone.
It was clearly daytime, yet she wrapped herself so tightly in a cloak as if to avoid any sunlight.
And the strangest part, without a doubt, is the photograph.
It was unmistakably her, even the wrinkles on her face were exactly the same, it couldn't be anyone else.
In other words, she herself is the biggest abnormality.
The five of them rehung the funeral clothes and entered the yard, knocking on the door of another room.
"Creak—"
The wooden door opened, revealing the wrinkled face of the old lady.
She glanced at Bai Yanliang's group, showing no sign of surprise.
"Come in."
