Chapter 17: The Old House
The walls were painted black and white in that dimly lit corridor, and the ceiling that carried the crystal lamps was peeling. The heavy, dark lead doors on both sides were engraved with complex patterns, with golden liquid that was reminiscent of mercury flowing between the patterns.
Behind the lead doors, waves of malice were flooding from beneath the gaps of the doors.
With great difficulty, Jiangli told Bai Kai that he was “misusing a Class D psionic item for personal use” and had no choice but to keep quiet. He soon followed them out of the dissection room.
An Qing felt that there was nothing wrong with letting Bai Kai throw his little tantrum by rolling on the ground. It would definitely save her the effort of cleaning this week.
Passing through the endless corridor and going up the spiral staircase that was engraved with strange, animalistic patterns, they saw the light, and Bai Kai stopped in his tracks.
“Shouldn’t you leave?” An Qing asked. “You said that the boy was your godson. Wouldn’t it be better for you to let him know of the situation?”
“I thought of it,” he turned around and sighed. “But I’m not going to. I don’t want him to know that I do this type of work.”
He leaned against the wall at the stairway, lighting a cigarette and smoking it.
“If I had the choice, I wouldn’t have let him know of the existence of these urban legends,” Bai Kai sighed, turning his gaze away from An Qing before glaring at Jiangli.