A cold sweat broke out on Juhua. She felt a sinister, bone-chilling wind in the mourning hall and an oppressive cold, as if she could see the Great-Aunt sitting up in her coffin, staring at the west room, beside herself with rage.
Never mind the strange tales she'd heard in her past life about peculiar happenings after death; the fact that she herself had transmigrated here was enough to make her treat tonight's events with the utmost gravity.
To be honest, she hadn't set foot in the mourning hall since paying her respects at noon. Yet now that it was night, she had inexplicably found herself running in. 'And where did Pu Pao go? I completely forgot where she went.'
'Has the Great-Aunt really sought me out? But why?'
