The atmosphere was eerie and chilling.
The skeleton dangling from the crooked-necked tree seemed to have endured a century of storms, exuding an extremely ancient and decayed aura.
Jiang Shouzhong pushed open the broken courtyard gate, and the stench grew stronger.
The courtyard was desolate.
It was evident that no one had lived here for a very long time.
The houses on either side had collapsed, leaving only a small shrine still standing. The divine statue on the table was mostly destroyed, and a gray, tattered soul flag rested nearby.
"How do you think this person died?"
Xiao Lingqiu covered her nose and mouth, her beautiful eyes fixed curiously on the skeleton. "Suicide? Or was he hanged?"
Jiang Shouzhong shook his head and said, "I don't know."
He searched the shrine thoroughly, eventually discovering a heavy, rusted iron plaque beneath the cushion.
Jiang Shouzhong wiped off the rust, revealing the text engraved on the plaque.
