Duanmu Huai and the rest continued to walk deeper into the mansion. After reading the diary just now, everyone's mood was somewhat gloomy.
However, Blondie was trying hard to bring up topics to improve the stifling atmosphere. After all, staying so gloomy in a place like this was almost like being haunted.
"Speaking of which, we now know what happened here, but we still don't know why we have to sleep here on our sixteenth birthday? And why didn't our great-great-grandfather flatten this house back then, and instead kept it?"
"I'm afraid you'll have to find your great-great-grandfather's diary to know the answer. Did he write a diary?"
"Well...… I don't know."
Faced with Duanmu Huai's sarcasm, Blondie was left without words, while Spicy Girl looked curiously at Blondie.
"By the way, you spent your sixteenth birthday here too, didn't you notice anything strange?"
"No."
Blondie shook his head.
