Outside the house, the storm raged on, and sand and gravel continuously pelted the doors and windows with crackling sounds.
The scorching air seeped in through the gaps in the doors and windows, raising the temperature inside the room significantly.
Thankfully, despite the crimson sky outside, the round moon was still clearly visible in the sky, glaring down like an enraged eyeball at this place.
During the wait, Jiang Shouzhong inspected the house.
Aside from some simple furniture, there was only a large red box placed in the corner.
The box seemed glued shut and couldn't be opened.
Beside the box was a somewhat dried blood stain, which appeared rather eerie.
When Jiang Shouzhong placed his hand on the box, a sudden, electric-shock-like pain struck his mind.
The sensation was like an extremely sharp cone stabbing forcefully into his skull, causing his vision to black out momentarily, and he almost lost his balance.
