The windows in Jiang Jinlu's room were also closed. He sat on the chair and drank a belly full of tea. He was prepared not to sleep tonight.
It was too disgusting.
Regardless of whether there were ghouls or not, he felt that he could not sleep well after hearing what his senior sister said. Therefore, he might as well focus and read more books.
However, in a trance, he seemed to feel that the gauze curtain moved.
An illusion... It must be an illusion.
It was dark.
The lights in the room were quite bright.
However, for some reason, the lights today... were swaying although there was a lampshade. From time to time, small sparks would explode from the lamp oil. The flickering light made him feel very uncomfortable. Also, this snack…
Today's snack did not taste very good. It did not taste good at all.
"Creak–" the door was blown open by a gust of wind, and a cold wind poured in.