The fat man blinked, staring at the illustration in the book, and asked doubtfully, "Yeah, didn't they say before that the manor owner and those witches were all hanged? Why is there only one person in the illustration?"

"Could it be that those witches were captured?" Liu Hui suggested, "They were executed elsewhere in the manor, and the manor owner alone was hanged on the tree in the illustration."

"The illustration has a strong religious atmosphere, and besides, the manor owner isn't a witch after all. Hanging him is more symbolic than punitive. Separating his execution from the witches also makes sense."

Liu Hui's explanation made some sense, but everyone's expressions clearly indicated that it was a bit of a stretch.

Jiang Cheng flipped through it briefly. The book only contained this much information about the Dacrosa Manor. Having learned from Jiang Zhao's example, Jiang Cheng didn't choose to stuff the book into his clothes, but instead wrapped it in a piece of rag and carried it in his hand.

"Where are we going now?" Ouyang Huanbin was like a frightened bird at the moment. He didn't want to go back until it was dark.

Many people felt the same way as him. After thinking for a moment, Miao Qing looked at Jiang Cheng. He and Jiang Cheng were the most influential people in the team right now. "Brother Jiang," Miao Qing reminded, "I remember there's a specially marked location nearby."

Jiang Cheng nodded, not hiding anything. "17 Melrose Street. A missing person's family might live there."

Following the map's guidance, everyone turned left and right, finally finding the marked location on the map at a secluded corner of a street. It was a three-story house.

It looked old from the outside. The ground in front of the door was covered with a layer of fallen leaves and some unidentifiable trash. "It looks like this family has moved away," Bai Xiaojie said with some regret, looking at the house.

But on the principle of having come all this way, Jiang Cheng still stepped forward, knocking on the door while asking, "Hello, is anyone home?"

It was quiet inside. Just as everyone was about to leave, the fat man couldn't help but look up. That one look made him shudder. Behind the window on the third floor stood a person.

Jiang Cheng used the missing person poster to shield his eyes from the sun, looking up at the building. He noticed it was an elderly woman. Perhaps because she was wearing black clothes, the woman's face looked particularly pale in contrast.

The next moment, a strange scene occurred. The old woman seemed to have seen a ghost when she saw Jiang Cheng, letting out a shrill scream, then turning and disappearing.

At the same time, the sound of running came from inside the house. A moment later, the door suddenly opened. The old woman stared at Jiang Cheng with her cloudy eyes, her beside her an elderly man.

The man supported the woman's arm, but it was more like he was holding her back, worried that she would rush over if he let go.

"Who are you?" The elderly man's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with vigilance as he looked at the group. "How did you get my son's missing person poster?"

Jiang Cheng understood now. It turned out that the old woman was so agitated because she had seen the image on the missing person poster in his hand.

After some explanation from the group, the man sighed, then stepped aside, inviting them to come in and talk, but Jiang Cheng politely declined, saying that he wouldn't bother them and that it was nice to soak up the sun outside.

The man didn't press him. After comforting the woman and helping her inside, he turned around and came out, leading the group to the lawn behind the house. "What do you want to know?" the man asked in a hoarse voice. "To be honest, I'm different from his mother. She's always waiting for her son to come back, but I know he's dead. I just hope... I hope one day we can find his body so his soul can rest."

"We haven't dared to move all these years because we're afraid of missing news about our son." The man pursed his lips. His skin was as white as the woman's, revealing a sickly pallor in his old age.

The fat man couldn't help but comfort him after seeing the dimness in the man's eyes. "Please think more positively. Since you haven't found the body, maybe..."

"He's dead! I said he's dead! Don't you understand?!" The man suddenly clenched his fists and stood up, looking unusually frightening. "We saw his soul! His soul is still trapped in that ghostly place!"

"We didn't mean to offend you or your wife. To be honest, your son's situation has also happened to us. If we don't find out what happened at that manor, we'll die too," Miao Qing said earnestly.

After a moment, the man calmed down and sat back down. "I know you're also haunted," the man said suddenly, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you all this."

"You know?" Bai Xiaojie couldn't help but frown.

The man raised his head, looking behind them with a solemn and fearful gaze. "You have that smell on you. You can't smell it yourselves, but they can."

Hearing this, everyone immediately turned around. In a tree not far from them, a flock of crows stood, staring at them as if they were staring at rotting corpses.

Ouyang Huanbin felt a chill run down his back.

"Since that's the case, it'll be much easier," Jiang Cheng said calmly, looking at the man. "We'll do our best to help you find your son's body, but we need you to tell us everything you know."

Before the man could agree, Miao Qing asked, "You said you saw your son's ghost. What do you mean? Did he come back, or did you see him inside the manor?" This question was very important, so he seemed a little anxious.

Hearing this, the man's eyes fell into remembrance. "A psychic told us. After the ritual, he frantically found us and said that our son was already dead, but his soul was trapped inside the manor, along with the souls of many others. They can't leave."

"Why can't they leave?" Liu Hui pressed.

The man's tone changed, and he said slowly, "Because it won't allow it."

"Who is it?"

The man was silent this time, then shook his head. "I don't know. The psychic asked too, but my son, and those other trapped souls, didn't dare mention its name. Maybe they didn't even know it."

"But that psychic said that as long as we found their bodies, we could free them. He also said that the bodies were hidden in a room inside the manor, but we searched the entire manor and couldn't find any room with bodies."

"Where can we find that psychic?" From the man's description, this psychic seemed to have some real skills. Jiang Cheng planned to meet him.

But to his surprise, the man shook his head. "You can't find him. He's already dead. He disappeared on the night the psychic ritual ended. His two severed fingers were found in the hotel where he was staying. Following the scattered bloodstains, we followed all the way to that manor, but the bloodstains disappeared at the manor gate." The man's expression was very unpleasant as he recalled the scene at the time.