[Yang Menghuo POV]
"Okay, Bao, we're here!"
Yang Menghuo stared at the small hut that looked abandoned. He looked around and found no other house other than this.
Yang Menghuo had a bad feeling about this. Somehow, he felt that he wouldn't be able to come inside, fearing something scary would pop out, like a ghost… or ghost.
"Y—Ying Jie, is this a correct house? I feel like this fit better as a murder scene in a movie rather than a house…." Yang Menghuo commented.
"Hush! Don't say something so indecent! Old Fu is a very kind man, although he is a bit weird."
"W—What kind of weird? Will he stab you with a knife? Slash your neck with a machete?" Yang Menghuo started panicking. He grabbed Ying Jie's hand and pulled her to hide behind him, "Ying Jie, I—I will protect you. Just stay behind me, okay?"