Tang Huai looked deeply at Gu Jiajia, pondering whether to share her doubts with her.
Gu Jiajia, seeing her deep in thought, became nervous again, "Say something, don't just sit there being all mysterious."
"Isn't it you who are being mysterious?"
"Is it me? It's clearly the iron box. The iron box was buried on Ghost Mountain a hundred years ago, right? Ghost Mountain was never clean, so the iron box surely isn't either," Gu Jiajia sneered.
Wasn't it something left from the war?
Those who died in the war, many became resentful spirits, didn't they?
And then the resentful spirits attached to the iron box.
And then it came out to harm people. On Ghost Mountain, there was no one for it to harm.
Now that it's been brought home, living people are a delicious feast for the resentful spirit, it couldn't control itself anymore, and today it came out to harm people.
Injuring people is a small matter, it might suck blood, take their lives...
