"Old man, when you were tidying up the house, did you see anything unusual? Something like... a bell?" Dou Jie braced himself to ask, gesturing with his hand, "You know... like those hanging wind chimes?"
The old man's expression grew subtle after hearing this, but he said nothing. Instead, he stood up, dragging his heavy steps toward a door in the right corner of the wall, pushed it halfway open, and walked inside. Before fully entering, he made sure to shut the door behind him.
Dou Jie widened his eyes in terror. At the moment the door opened, a faint red glow spilled out of the room—gloomy, eerie, reminiscent of a funeral hall. That room... that room was supposed to be the old man's bedroom.
After the old man entered, silence fell behind the door. This scared Dou Jie out of his wits, as he realized he had likely encountered a ghost.
