Thirty people stood before a massive, rusted iron gate. Before them lay a sprawling mansion, possessing every characteristic you could imagine from a horror film. The Western-style ornamentation had gradually decayed and faded under years of wind and rain. Underneath the peeling paint, patches of dark red, almost black wood were visible, looking like blood splatters at first glance, both menacing and horrifying.,"Hey hey hey, it says there are ghosts up there! Are you crazy to go in" The hot-tempered man couldn't hold back anymore.,Someone couldn't help but let out a gasp of admiration. A little girl about Lu Ning's age even ran right in, her face full of adoration as she touched the decorations in the house.。