Chapter 585: Mansion Gate

A weak heartbeat touched Chen Qiang's nerves. He didn't expect that Pan Du, who looked like a dead person, was still alive.

What was even more bizarre was that Pan Du's eyeballs suddenly trembled.

"Although he still had a heartbeat, he was no longer conscious." Linghu Yong spoke, looking at him and said, "He also had no reaction to external stimuli."

"I know this. I used to be a caregiver." The fat man stared at Pan Du on the bed, swallowed nervously and said, "To put it bluntly, he is a vegetative person."

"But the body temperature of a vegetative person is not as low as his." Jiang Cheng retracted his hand. He simply touched Pan Du's body and could feel the obvious difference from his own.

According to Jiang Cheng's experience, Pan Du's body temperature seemed to have just died a few hours ago. Although there was still some residual temperature, it was much lower than that of ordinary people.

"And here." Jiang Cheng lifted Pan Du's clothes, and everyone could clearly see that purple-red patches had appeared on the latter's skin.

"Live spots will not appear on living people." He continued.

"So is he alive or dead now?" the fat man asked.

Before Jiang Cheng could speak, a calm voice sounded, "His body is dead, but his spirit is trapped in another place."

The man who spoke was Luo He. It was not known whether it was an illusion or something, but when the voice sounded, everyone felt a sudden sense of calm.

"So he is still dead?" Pi Ruan seemed to have the same question as the fat man, and was very dissatisfied with Luo He's attitude of playing dumb.

"I don't know." Luo He looked up at Pi Ruan, "But I think it depends on how long we can solve this supernatural incident."

"If we are faster, his body will not rot, and there may be a chance to survive."

Luo He's attitude gave people an elusive feeling, but what everyone could clearly feel was his indifference to life.

That's right, anyway, Pandu was just a stranger to him. They just met at a fixed time and had no intersection with each other.

No one was entangled in his attitude when he spoke. What everyone cared about was whether what he said was true.

Zhao Xingguo thought for a moment and nodded, "Mr. Luo's words make sense. Pandu was in the room with us last night. If there was a ghost attack, there was no reason to attack only him."

"He was attacked by the ghost for a purpose. As for the reason," he paused and suddenly looked in one direction, "I think it should be at the altar."

The first scene of the ghost attack they came into contact with was the altar set up by the Taoist priest, and the body of the Taoist priest was also there at the time.

"Did we move something in the altar that shouldn't be moved and anger the ghost?" Pi Ruan asked in a low voice, while casting his eyes on Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng was thinking about the connection between them. In response to Pi Ruan's request for help, he just perfunctorily said: "You can think so."

It was dawn, and there was no point in just shrinking in the room to think. They had to go out to find clues.

As for Pandu, everyone thought that he should just stay in the room honestly. Since the ghost didn't kill him on the spot, it was unlikely that he would settle accounts later.

In other words, he would remain like this until this supernatural event was over.

Not long after leaving the building, everyone followed the corridor and found a place similar to a dining hall. Liu Guizi had taken them through here before, so everyone had an impression of it.

The black wooden door was open, and there was a long table and several wooden stools inside, enough to accommodate more than a dozen people eating at the same time.

The dining hall was dark and the layout was very simple. There were stains accumulated over the years on the table and the ground.

Some looked like bloodstains that had dried, and some looked like mold.

This was obviously not a place for the Feng family to eat, but more like a dining hall for the servants.

At this moment, there was a black pot on the long table, and many sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed crookedly along the table.

Before they could get closer to observe, they heard a strange sound of footsteps from the depths of the dining hall, and then a dark curtain was lifted, and a figure with a cane walked out.

"You've come just in time, sit down and eat." Liu Quezi greeted, "I made porridge this morning, you guys can eat it together."

He took the initiative to lift the lid of the pot, and a strong aroma spread instantly, filling the whole room with this tempting aroma.

"What a nice smell!" Someone couldn't help swallowing and exclaiming.

"Fuck, what smells so good?" Pi Ruan stared at the black pot with his eyes fixed. He hadn't eaten anything since he came to this world.

What's more pitiful is that he hadn't eaten before entering this world.

The fat man seemed to have figured it out. His rough eyebrows frowned, and he said in a puzzled tone: "It seems to taste like snake meat soup, but it smells too good."

Hearing this, Fu Fu curled her lips, "Since you're here, make the best of it. Anyway, I'm hungry, you guys can help yourself."

After saying that, she was the first to walk over and sit down. Liu Quezi immediately filled her with a full bowl of porridge and looked at her with a wrinkled face.

Luo He was the second one to go up. It was obvious that Zhao Xingguo intended to dissuade him, but under Liu Quezi's gaze, he was still a little slow.

"She's right. Since we're here, we should make the best of it." Jiang Cheng said, "If they are determined to poison us, it will be difficult to avoid them."

With Jiang Cheng's words, the others reluctantly went up, but this attitude disappeared after they drank the first mouthful of snake meat soup.

It smells so good.

Several people quickly drank up the full pot of snake meat soup. In the end, Pi Ruan occupied the pot and scraped the bottom of the pot repeatedly with a spoon.

It is hard to imagine what kind of food is worth doing for a person of his status.

"I'm full." Fu Fu wiped her mouth with satisfaction and showed a strange smile.

Jiang Cheng swallowed the last bite of rice in his mouth, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and said to Liu Quezi who was cleaning the table: "We want to walk around Feng Mansion today. Is there anything we need to pay attention to?"

"The situation around here is not peaceful." Liu Quezi said with one eye open, "Everyone in the town knows about the mansion. If you must go out for a walk, then remember not to say that you are from Feng Mansion."

"Also." Liu Quezi's tone suddenly became tough, and his whole momentum changed. His originally hunched back seemed to be much straighter. He stared at Jiang Cheng's face and said solemnly: "Remember to rush back before dark."

"Is there any explanation?" Pi Ruan asked weakly when no one spoke.

"Once it gets dark, the gates of the mansion are closed. No matter who knocks on the door, it won't open." Liu Quezi looked at Pi Ruan and said sinisterly, "No one can open the door of the Feng Mansion at night."