Bai Yanliang quietly observed him; this Xiaobin had behaved strangely from the very beginning.
Yesterday, when the village chief suggested they rest in the village for a night, Xiaobin's reaction was peculiar.
It wasn't dissatisfaction from a conflict with Tian Dawei; it seemed more like a plea, a plea for the chief to let them leave.
Bai Yanliang was sure he wasn't the only one who picked up on the underlying meaning in Xiaobin's words.
"Who is she?" Bai Yanliang asked.
Xiaobin's expression suddenly turned eerie as he looked at Bai Yanliang and asked, "Do you believe... there are ghosts in this world?"
The air in the room suddenly felt colder; Bai Yanliang nodded, "I believe."
Xiaobin smiled, stared at Bai Yanliang, and said, "Alright, I'll tell you..."
Bai Yanliang's heart stirred as he quietly looked at him.
"That old house belongs to a woman who died; we sacrificed her alive."
Xiaobin's words were concise, but to others, they were bone-chilling.
"Sacrificed alive?"
