While Shen Nianzu was going through a fairly peaceful dinner, Jin Jiuchi was locked in the room he had first woken up in.
Rather than a bedroom, the space resembled more of a storage room. It was pitifully narrow, barely enough to fit in a single bed and wardrobe. Cracks could be seen on the wooden floorboards, and the paints on the wall had peeled off due to the passage of time. The air was humid and stale as if the door had not been opened for months, and the lightbulb flickered once in a while. On top of that, there were also dense cobwebs on the corner of the ceiling.
All in all, it was a standard room for a horror movie where the canon fodder would be mysteriously found dead the next day.
