I Only Sell Murder Houses

I believed in ghosts and gods, the Eight Trigrams, and the Five Arts of Metaphysics.

But I did not believe in traveling through time.

I knew I could not have traveled into the past. Before I woke up, Seventh Master and I had fallen into a deep pit, and then I had lost consciousness.

So I had to still be inside that pit.

Everything before my eyes was only an illusion, perhaps a more advanced form of Ghost Wall.

If I believed I had traveled through time, I might remain trapped here forever.

Footsteps soon sounded outside the door. They faded into the distance, which meant the two children had run off.

They were probably Luo Xiuzhu’s older or younger brothers, sons of Master Luo.

But I had heard them say that Luo Xiuzhu was not the daughter of the Seventh Concubine and Master Luo.