The first three days in the haunted mansion have already passed.
Now it's the fourth day.
This day is named: The Day of Mourning.
As soon as midnight arrived, the mansion's conditions took an immediate turn for the worse. A bone-chilling wind surged in from the courtyard, invading the main hall relentlessly. Even the white lantern in Yang Jian's hands was extinguished by the gust.
But everyone had been watching the time, prepared for this.
Four mourning robes were distributed...
The sound of hurried footsteps came from the front courtyard of the mansion, dense and rapid, as though a mob of people rushed into the building at that exact moment.
Yet, in reality, not a single living person was outside.
Everyone stood in the main hall, their expressions instantly taut with tension.
"I disagree with the distribution arrangement for the mourning robes." However, at this moment, the stranger who controlled ghosts suddenly snarled with twisted features.
