"Third Young Master?"
Evan Lin turned his gaze to Eric Ding, who had spoken.
Eric Ding shuddered as Evan Lin's eyes swept over him, and he quickly explained, "The Third Young Master is my younger brother. A few days ago, he was found dead in his room, all his skin flayed off."
His corpse was also missing an eyeball...
Even after several days, Eric Ding still felt chills all over when he spoke of it.
The impression left by that corpse was too deep—impossible to forget.
Missing an eyeball?
Shawn Shi was taken aback. "Was it eaten?"
"I don't know. The Third Young Master's body is still in our Ding family warehouse. Master Lin, could you take a look?" Eric Ding asked, his expression pleading.
With a vengeful ghost after the Ding family, their only hope now was Evan 'Nine Mysteries' Lin.
Alright. Take me to see it.
Evan Lin stood up. When Old Madam Ding and the others saw he was willing to look, their faces lit up with relief.
Eric Ding led the way.
Shawn Shi and Dong Zi walked beside Evan Lin.
"Hey, this Ding family has always been one of Leighton City's top houses. I never heard any ghost rumors before—could it be fake?" Shawn whispered to Evan Lin. "Plus, every time a Ding daughter was born, they always picked a top expert to marry into the family."
Any man chosen by a Ding girl basically soared to the top and lived the good life.
But as far as I know, those who married into the Ding family all mysteriously vanished later. Like Old Madam Ding—they say fifty years ago she recruited Wang Huhan, Leighton City's top master, as a son-in-law. After that, Wang Huhan disappeared without a trace.
Shawn glanced at Old Madam Ding walking ahead. The old lady's posture was slightly stooped, but she seemed energetic, leaning on a cane. Her silver hair was streaked with a few black strands.
Mm.
The three Maiden Spirits from the Soul-Sacrifice Beauty Scroll now floated around Evan Lin, dressed in ancient court-lady robes, exuding an elegant, classic aura.