I had a lot of doubts in my heart right now.

Is Chuyi that scary? Also, what did he mean by ‘He’s from the Zhang family’? What is the background of my Zhang family? 

With these doubts in my mind, I went with Mu Tou to the mountain peak. A cottage was situated on the top. We were invited in. Inside the house was just some plain furniture. Overall, it was a poor-looking house. It didn’t even have electricity. The man used some candles to light up the place.

An old fashioned table was opposite to the door, and a memorial tablet was placed on it. Behind the tablet was an ancient painting of an elegant, beautiful woman. She was looking towards the entrance, and I could see faint grief in her eyes.

After Chuyi came in, he lit up three joss sticks and gave the ancient painting a nod. Then, he sat by Mu Tou.

“Tell me everything. If it’s something we can help you with, we will naturally give you a hand,” said Chuyi.

Mu Tou’s eyes were blurry. His tears rolled...