The pouring rain appeared to be trying to wash the island clean. The gale picked up the scent from the decaying ground. But the moment Gu Jun stepped through the front door and into the old manor, he was hit by another smell. It was similar to the scent inside Chen Defa's cave. It was like the intermingling of several thousand decaying substances. It was the unique scent of a zombie's house.
The old manor was barely lit. The floor, wall, and windows were covered in a thick layer of dust. Raising the oil lamp, Gu Jun looked around him. This appeared to be the commode for a wealthy family. The foyer was decorated with many obscure yet pretty looking art pieces. He could not recognize the artistic style, but they were strangely familiar to him, as if Gu Jun had seen them somewhere before.
He turned to ask Wu Siyu for her opinion. The latter shook her head. "They do not have any distinctive style to them. Perhaps I just don't recognize them."