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Upon hearing Liu Haoyu’s words, Qin Liu subconsciously looked at her feet.
The embroidered shoes that were on them were indeed gone.
She began to ponder, but soon, she seemed to find the answer.
Before, when she went to Deng Xiaolin’s house with Liu Haoyu, they had left in too much of a hurry, so she had forgotten to put on her shoes.
After all, as a ghost, stepping on the ground didn’t feel very solid, so she naturally forgot about it.
“They should be in my room, why are you asking about this all of a sudden?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
Liu Haoyu was asking very seriously, not trying to investigate the taste of that lunchbox.
The two of them left the basement and went up to the second floor.
A simple and dilapidated room, with broken glass in the windows. Even though some time had passed since they left this place, for Liu Haoyu, it was still so familiar.
The makeshift shrine filled with incense sat quietly in the corner of the room.
Liu Haoyu took out three sticks of incense from his backpack, lit them, and inserted them into the shrine, bowing silently.
After doing all this, Liu Haoyu sat back on the bed and asked Qin Liu.
“Judging from your previous reaction, you don’t seem to know about your own grave?”
“No recollection…”
Since waking up, Qin Liu had felt groggy. Recalling it now, she didn’t even know when she had woken up, let alone remember anything that happened before.
She truly knew nothing.
“Alright.”
Liu Haoyu didn’t expect to get any useful information from Qin Liu.
The young girl lay leisurely on the bed, pressing her back against Liu Haoyu.
“It’s still comfortable living here, it’s just a little rundown.”
“I’ll find a way to renovate it later, and we can use it as a new house then.”
“Hehe~ You’ve worked hard.”
Qin Liu slowly closed her eyes.
She savored the sense of peace at this moment.
This cold house no longer made her feel lonely.
The young girl closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, Liu Haoyu picked up Qin Liu’s red embroidered shoes and examined them carefully.
Since no trace of the Night Walker was found inside Qin Liu’s body, the biggest suspect currently was these embroidered shoes that seemed to have a soul.
The man’s gaze fixed on the red embroidered shoes in his hand, as if trying to discern some clue from them.
However, no matter what method he used, whether it was a talisman or something else, the embroidered shoes in front of him seemed to be just a pair of ordinary shoes.
Liu Haoyu took a sniff.
There was no scent of sweat, and even a faint fragrance unique to Qin Liu…
“Slap!”
Before Liu Haoyu could savor it, the embroidered shoes immediately jumped up and slapped Liu Haoyu’s face repeatedly.
Their speed was so fast that Liu Haoyu didn’t even have time to react and dodge.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”
What was even more serious was that the shoes didn’t hold back. In such a short time, Liu Haoyu’s face had been slapped several times.
But when he reacted, the embroidered shoes were lying quietly in his hand, as if nothing had happened.
“…”
Liu Haoyu covered his slightly red and swollen face and glared fiercely at the embroidered shoes in his hand.
But they still showed no movement, as if they were just ordinary embroidered shoes…
What a load of nonsense! What kind of embroidered shoes would slap someone so hard?!
Liu Haoyu took a deep breath and then asked the embroidered shoes.
“Are you the Night Walker?”
The man’s voice was not loud, but it still echoed in the quiet room.
However, after waiting for a long time, no sound answered him.
Only the cold wind blowing in through the window made the atmosphere in the room somewhat awkward.
Liu Haoyu rubbed his nose and asked again.
“I have no ill intentions, I’m just curious.”
“…”
The embroidered shoes still did not respond.
Seeing this, Liu Haoyu silently placed his hand on his belt.
As his belt was slowly undone, the embroidered shoes finally reacted.
As if startled and on edge, the entire pair of shoes flew up.
Then, with a “swish swish” sound, they jumped out of the window.
Such speed left Liu Haoyu dumbfounded.
He had absolutely not expected the other party to react so strongly.
Could it be that these shoes were stimulated by something?
He just wanted to change his pants and go to sleep.
Hmm…
Hmm?
Liu Haoyu seemed to recall something he’d rather forget.
But he swore that he hadn’t hit them in the toilet at that time!
However, since they had reacted, Liu Haoyu naturally had to follow and see.
He came to the window and looked down.
Below was a patch of grass illuminated a vibrant green by the moonlight.
Liu Haoyu leaped out of the window and looked around, trying to find where the shoes had gone.
But no matter how he looked, there was no trace of them.
“Are these things this fast when they run away?”
Liu Haoyu scratched his head, unable to figure it out.
Fortunately, after searching for a few minutes, he found a series of footprints on the grass.
These were likely the footprints left by the embroidered shoes.
However, the footprints led forward… and seemed to extend into that dry well.
Why would these shoes run to such a place?
Liu Haoyu looked down from the well’s opening to the bottom, but unfortunately, it was pitch black, and he couldn’t see anything.
Should he go down?
The man touched his chin, his mind beginning to ponder.
———-
Meanwhile, as midnight approached.
Deng Xiaolin arrived at a certain place in the wilderness.
She didn’t know why she had come to this place.
But there seemed to be some kind of tacit suggestion guiding her here.
Now that she realized it, looking at the rows of tombstones around her, she began to feel a chill.
The names on the tombstones had long been obscured by the erosion of time, and only faint traces could be vaguely seen.
But even these faint traces were like the faces of the dead, silently watching Deng Xiaolin.
Midnight was the time with the heaviest yin energy, and the most active time for fierce ghosts.
She stopped. The only companions around her were the dark tombstones. From this position, she could also see the distant city lights.
Deng Xiaolin felt her body gradually becoming ice-cold, as if she were merging with these tombstones.
Dark clouds obscured the moonlight.
Coldness and loneliness, like darkness, silently and completely swallowed her.
This time, for some reason, she hadn’t told anyone about her whereabouts when she came here.
She also didn’t know why she had done this.
It felt as if she had been hypnotized, and by the time she recovered, she was already standing in this wilderness.
Looking at the desolate surroundings, Deng Xiaolin’s heart grew colder and colder, as if she had returned to being an ignorant ordinary person, only feeling panic and helplessness when facing fierce ghosts.
