Jin San had to clear his throat, open his mouth wide, and shout loudly, "Can someone tell me what these three-inch golden lotus shoes are all about?"

  Jin San received everyone's attention, and all eyes were suddenly on him. Jin San suddenly felt a bit of a chill on his scalp; he didn't like the way they were looking at him. He slightly shifted his body back and said, "What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

  "Don't you recognize these shoes?"

  "Your illness hasn't gotten any better from yesterday until now?"

  "When will you finally wake up?"

  "You should be the most familiar with these shoes."

  "Sigh..."

  Jin couldn't tell who these words were coming from, nor did he understand what they meant. He touched his head and realized he had been in a daze all along, never truly waking up.

  "Baomu, you said yesterday that you saw her, right?" Finally, someone spoke up. It was Bai Donggua, who had somehow already joined the crowd.

  "Which one?" Jin San asked.

  "Just..." Bai Donggua took a breath before continuing, "Mei Yiner."

  Jin San's face turned pale in an instant as he recalled what happened st night. He unconsciously touched his nose, which still had dried blood on it. Now he knew who Bai Donggua was referring to.

  "I... saw her." Jin San hesitated for a moment but eventually spoke up, "She appeared again st night, so I ran out."

  "Ah!" This time it was Wang Xiazi's turn to scream, while his hand tightly grasped Song Zhu, who was standing next to him.

  "She... she... she came back?" Tian Qizi emitted a shrill, unpleasant sound, and Jin San understood he was scared.

  "Does this have anything to do with her?" Jin San really couldn't understand.

  "She loved to wear these kinds of embroidered shoes." Someone suddenly said, and everyone fell silent.

  "Is she really dead?" Jin San asked.

  "She is indeed dead!"

  "How did she die?" Jin San never understood the cause of her death.

  Tian Qizi looked at Jin San and sneered.

  Wang Xiazi looked at Jin San, but he couldn't smile.

  Song Zhu sighed; he was also smiling, but it was a bitter smile.

  Bai Donggua cried, a grown man crying in front of everyone. Jin San was a bit at a loss, and everyone lowered their heads.

  "The restaurant is about to open. Those who want to eat, stay. Those who don't, leave." The waiter was vigorously wiping the tables with a clean cloth.

  "Open? Your boss dy is dead." Jin San found it both ughable and sad. The person was dead, and the body was still sitting there. The waiter actually said they were going to open. What kind of logic was this?

  "The restaurant is about to open. Those who are eating, stay; those who are not, leave." The waiter continued wiping his table, completely unaffected by Jin San's words, as if he had never heard them.

  People should have feelings, especially those we know, but now... everyone has quietly left, and only Jin San stands there foolishly.

  "Would the guest like to eat?" the waiter asked expressionlessly.

  Jin San was speechless; he really didn't know what to say and could only shrug his sleeves and turn to leave.

  After a long internal struggle, Jin San returned to Bao Mu's room. He just hoped that Ling Er wouldn't appear again.

  Jin San had been standing there for a while, thinking about the purpose of these drumsticks. He didn't understand why there were so many drumsticks here; it seemed like they had been piled up for a long time. He casually kicked one with his foot.

  "Thud..." The sound came from the back hall.

  Jin San's ears perked up immediately. Could it be that Mei Ling'er has come back again? Is it possible that this era is starting to have hauntings in broad daylight?

  "Who's there!" Jin San first threw a stone to ask for directions.

  No response.

  Jin San swayed back and forth, tiptoeing to look inside. It was pitch bck, and he couldn't see anything. Sigh, should he go in or not? Just as Jin San was hesitating, the back hall made another "thud." Jin San shook his head, gathered his courage, and rushed into the room.

  The back hall was very tidy. Jin San remembered that he had knocked over the tablet during the chaos, and he also remembered crashing into the wall in the confusion, but now... the offerings were neatly arranged, the candles were still burning brightly, there were no bloodstains on the walls, and everything seemed as if it had never happened. But there was a door that was open.

  Jin San came to the back hall. Although he was terrified at the time, he clearly remembered that there was no such door here, and besides, the door was embedded in the pilr. Jin San didn't understand who opened this door or why they wanted him to know about it after it was opened.

  The pilr supports the beam, and since the pilr isn't very thick, the door is long and narrow, just enough for a person to squeeze through sideways. Jin San walked into this peculiar door without any preparation, and as a result, he fell down while shouting in surprise.

  Jin San believed that if it weren't for his strong physique, he would have been dead by now, or at least crippled. He sat up and twisted his body, but the pain in his limbs made it almost impossible for him to stand. Sitting there, he gently massaged his wounds with his hands, hoping to alleviate the piercing pain. As he looked around, he noticed there was a dder on the wall that led directly upwards. Jin San wanted to ugh at himself and admired his own bravery for falling down like that.

  The lonely candlelight had already consumed half of the candle's life, but unfortunately, this underground room was extremely cramped. Jin San only needed to stretch out his arms to the sides to easily reach the walls. The room felt very cold; it's normal to feel cold underground, but this isn't just any cold. Jin San had to rub his hands together to keep his body warm. When the pain finally eased a bit, Jin San leaned against the wall and stood up, struggling to move forward. There was a door straight ahead in the room, and the chill was coming from there.

  Jin San's hand was already pressed against the door, but it didn't move. What could be behind the door? Jin San always felt an indescribable sense of eerie terror; now even the back of his neck was cold.

  He understood that someone must have guided him here, but who was it? Why did they do this? What was behind the door? Jin San hesitated, cold sweat oozing from his forehead and palms.

  His hand left a faint imprint on the door. Jin San bit his lip hard; if he was going to die, then so be it! With that thought, he pushed the door open forcefully.

  That should be a stone bed, long and rectangur with nothing special about it. However, Jin San finally understood where that cold, eerie feeling was coming from. That rectangur piece of ice y quietly on the stone bed, glistening and shimmering under the candlelight. Jin San had no choice but to hug himself tightly and slowly walk forward.

  A person, indeed a person, lying in the ice, or more accurately, frozen in the ice. Jin San instinctively took a few steps back; he knew he had seen another dead person. Dead people should lie in coffins and then be buried to rest in peace, but this dead person was strangely frozen in the ice. Jin San mustered his courage and approached the ice block again.

  It was a man, preserved quite well. He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and a prominent chin. He wasn't very tall, but it was still quite suitable. He wore a long brown gown and a blue jacket, with a pair of bck shoes with white soles. His expression was very normal; everything seemed very normal; the only unexpected thing was that he was holding a wooden pque in his hand.

  Jin San couldn't see the words clearly, so he pressed his face against the ice, tilted his head, and stared intently at the wooden pque in his hand...

  The tablet of Bao Mu.

  Jin San was almost suffocating; Bao Mu and he looked nothing alike!