Long before the temperature changes occurred in the house, they had already installed heating. However, even at maximum capacity, the inside of the house still could not warm up.
Especially Meng Rou's room, which felt bone-chillingly cold, yet there was no way to change that. Therefore, they had no choice but to cover Meng Rou with thick quilts.
"It seems the crux of this yin energy is inside," Zhong Niangyao muttered to herself as she looked at the locked door, "not just yin energy, but also—ghost energy."
Indeed, with just one glance, she had discerned the chilling ghost energy leaking out of the room. Moreover, considering the nearly tangible ghost energy, it was clear there was a significant amount of resentment!
"Lady Zhong, what did you say?" Madam Meng, who noticed Zhong Niangyao whispering, spoke urgently, "Have you seen something? Is my daughter in danger?"
"It's still uncertain right now, I'll know once I go inside."