Chen Juan was immediately struck with panic and bolted toward the bedroom. Ye Zhixing followed closely behind, with Shang Nuannuan hurrying to keep pace.
Shang Jingchen, however, was in no rush. Upon entering, he habitually scanned the environment. There was a familiar, gloomy chill in the air, and gusts of cold wind whipped through the room. If one listened carefully, the faint, clamorous sounds of children could be heard—clearly the cries of the ghost child spirits.
The living room was in disarray, with toys and child-sized clothing scattered everywhere. Earlier, Chen Juan had mentioned her son was nine years old, yet these toys were clearly meant for toddlers.
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