I ran as fast as I could, several vengeful ghosts reached out to grab me but missed. I was slippery like an eel.

Just as I was about to break free from the encirclement, I heard Fatty crying out loudly from behind, "Help! Cheng-ge, help!"

I stomped my foot angrily, thinking that he promised not to drag me down, yet at the crucial moment, he let me down. This ** Fatty was definitely a punishment sent by the heavens to punish my foolishness.

Despite everything, Fatty was still my brother. If I didn't save him, it would seem like I lacked the principles of the martial world.

I, as a person, valued loyalty and righteousness, so when I heard Fatty's plea for help, I immediately stopped and turned back to look.

I saw Fatty lying on the ground, desperately pounding the ground with his hands, his face covered in tears. He cried out in fear, "Cheng-ge, save me, a vengeful ghost caught hold of my ankle..."

I took a closer look and got infuriated. In disbelief, I cursed, "You idiot, take a good look. There's no ghost holding onto your ankle, you **, you just tripped over a tree root!"

I clearly saw that Fatty's ankle was caught by a tree root, but in his extreme state of panic and fear, he thought it was a ghost's hand grabbing him. It was truly laughable.

Fatty turned his head and instantly became ecstatic, quickly getting up from the ground, "Cheng-ge, sorry about that!"

But as soon as we were delayed, several more ghosts closed in on us. Some pulled at my clothes, some tugged at my pants, and one female ghost even grabbed onto my belt. How obscene.

As a socialist good youth, how could I let a female ghost have her way so easily? I immediately slapped a ghost-repelling talisman on the female ghost's chest.

The female ghost had quite a sizable chest. With a cry of surprise, she backed away several meters, clutching her chest. The talisman burned a large hole in her chest, and she pointed at me, saying, "You... pervert..."

** bear, the wicked complain first! How dare she call me a pervert?!

Fatty shouted as he rushed forward, "Cheng-ge, I'll cover you, run!"

Fatty raised his hands and slapped the two talismans onto the heads of two wild ghosts on my left and right. The two ghosts immediately covered their heads and scampered away, creating an escape route for us.

My heart warmed, thinking that Fatty was actually quite loyal. So I grabbed his hand and turned around, running madly.

We hadn't run far when we saw a mansion.

This mansion had an ancient charm, with blue tiles and stone walls, reminiscent of the architectural style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It should be one of the more prestigious old mansions in Wang Family Village.

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Mansions like this were usually inhabited by respected families in the village.

Without much thought, I pulled Fatty and swiftly entered the old mansion, seeking temporary refuge and shaking off those vengeful ghosts.

As we entered the mansion, both Fatty and I were panting heavily, and I felt a strange sensation in my heart.

I looked down and realized that not only were our hands clasped together, but our fingers were tightly intertwined.

I quickly let go of his hand and vigorously rubbed my hand on my buttocks. No wonder I felt uneasy, it was truly disgusting!

We walked into the mansion, and perhaps due to its ancient architecture, it gave off a creepy aura.

The mansion was dark, with black ghostly mist floating around.

I quickly noticed a strange phenomenon. When the lost souls and wild ghosts approached the entrance of this mansion, they seemed to be wary of it. They only dared to linger at the entrance and not cross the threshold. For those lost souls and wild ghosts, this mansion was like a "thunder pool".

I wondered why those lost souls and wild ghosts didn't dare to come in. Were they afraid of the mansion itself? Or were they afraid of something inside the mansion?

For a moment, I couldn't figure it out, but I made up my mind. Since we had already entered the mansion, I wanted to see if there was anything peculiar inside.

"Fatty..."

I turned around to call Fatty, but suddenly froze.

I clearly remembered that Fatty was just standing behind me, but in the few seconds it took for me to turn around, he disappeared without a trace.

This ** Fatty had already disappeared in front of me more than once. Every time he disappeared, he would cause some trouble. I didn't know what disaster he would bring this time.

While cursing Fatty in my mind, I walked towards the interior of the mansion.

"Fatty! Where are you? Fatty, say something!"

My voice echoed in the empty mansion, sounding particularly desolate. But there was still no response from Fatty.

A sense of unease started to creep into my heart. What if Fatty didn't run away on his own but was taken away by something?

Was it a ghost?

There were powerful ghosts hidden in the mansion, and they had kidnapped Fatty right in front of me.

If that was the case, Fatty might be in danger!

Although I did find Fatty burdensome, if he really died, I would definitely feel very sad.

Thinking that Fatty might be in danger, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.

As I crossed a courtyard, a gust of Yin wind suddenly blew over my head.

I looked up and shouted, "Who?!"

However, there was nothing above me. But my intuition told me that something had just flown past my head.

Walking into the inner room, I was startled.

The room looked like a funeral parlor, with ** a table covered in white cloth. On the table were three spirit tablets, each with a black and white photograph.

They were photographs of three men, with average looks, but their brows revealed a noble air.

In the middle was an old man, on the left a middle-aged man, and on the right a young man who appeared to be less than twenty.

It was evident that they represented three generations of the same family.

I quickly glanced at the spirit tablets and knew that the old man in the middle was named Wang Liang, the middle-aged man on the left was Wang Jian, and the young man on the right was Wang Zhou.

The ** of the three spirit tablets were still burning a thick white candle. The candle burned silently, and its light illuminated the black and white photos, making the three men in the photos appear distorted.

Wang Family Village was covered in darkness, without a trace of light. This dim candlelight instead gave off a mysterious and eerie feeling.

I rubbed my chin, furrowing my brows. What exactly happened in Wang Family Village? This Wang Family should be one of the most prestigious families in the village, yet they all died so cleanly, with three generations wiped out. It was truly terrifying.

Just as I was pondering, I heard a loud bang from the room behind me, startling me.

Immediately after, I heard a familiar voice crying for help. In this silent haunted mansion, this cry for help sounded even more desperate than the cries of the ghosts.

My heart tightened. Wasn't that Fatty's voice? Great, Fatty wasn't dead yet, he was still alive!