Within a hundred meters around this small building, there are no other structures.
It stands like an abandoned stone tower, solitary in the midst of the overgrown wilderness.
It looks aged, with large patches of its gray facade peeling off, revealing the dark red bricks underneath.
The corners and eaves are covered with dark green vines, almost ready to engulf the entire building.
All the windows are welded shut with rusty, heavy iron bars, as if trying to completely block the exits.
They even went out of their way to use curtains to cover the inside, making it seem impervious to sight.
The first floor doesn’t even have a single window, leaving only a tightly locked rusted iron door.
An old, corroded lock hangs on the door, unrecognizable from its original form.
The entire building seems forgotten here, exuding an aura of mystery and stillness that is out of place with the opulence of the Chen Family Manor.
"According to the sense I traced last night, it should be here."
Fang Cheng’s gaze swept over the surroundings, finally landing on the tightly locked iron door.
Pan Wendi rubbed his hands together, his face full of eager excitement.
Fang Cheng cautioned seriously, "If you encounter something, just shout, or use your ability and get out first."
Pan Wendi grinned, giving him an OK gesture.
He turned and walked to the side of the building, placing his palm on the rough wall, seemingly feeling the texture of the stone wall.
Then he stepped back a few paces, taking a deep breath, gathering his energy.
Then, under Bai Ling’s puzzled gaze, he suddenly sprinted forward, directly at the seemingly solid wall!
Bai Ling instinctively let out a gasp, but the expected sound of impact did not occur.
Pan Wendi’s body emitted a faint light, and he silently merged into the wall like ink absorbed into a calm lake.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished.
This is the Pan Family’s bloodline ability—the Wall-penetrating Skill.
Fang Cheng had already witnessed it on Yong’an Island, so he was not surprised.
This ability was different from Cheng Jiashu’s space-jumping ability.
Cheng Jiashu needed to see the target within his sight to activate his ability, but Pan Wendi doesn’t need such hassle.
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According to Pan Wendi himself, when he activates his ability, he can decompose his body into atomic components in an instant to penetrate barriers.
Once through, his body then reassembles, akin to a form of intangibility.
It was Bai Ling’s first time witnessing such a peculiar ability, her face full of wonder and astonishment, her mouth agape for a long time.
The two held their breath, quietly waiting outside.
One minute, two minutes... ten minutes...
Just as Bai Ling was becoming impatient and about to ask.
From inside the building, a short exclamation could vaguely be heard.
It was Pan Wendi’s voice.
His voice seemed to be abruptly cut off, filled with shock and disbelief, then it came to an abrupt halt.
Bai Ling’s expression changed.
Before she could take any action, Fang Cheng had already moved.
His right foot stepped back half a step, his body slightly lowered, and the muscles in his right arm bulged instantly.
He resembled a fully drawn bow, clearly ready to forcibly break in with direct force.
Just as Fang Cheng finished gathering his strength, his gaze locked on the rusty, heavy iron door.
With a light "pop," the ground underfoot suddenly arched upward.
Then, a dust-covered head popped out of the ground like a freshly pulled-up radish.
Bai Ling was startled, but upon recognizing the person, she hurriedly went forward to support him.
"Wendi, are you alright?!"
Pan Wendi’s whole body then emerged.
He sprawled out on the ground, gasping for air, his face full of lingering fright.
"Wendi, what happened just now? What’s in there?"
Fang Cheng retracted his fist, stepped forward, and asked in a deep voice.
"Damn it, scared me to death..."
Pan Wendi propped himself up on his knees, dusting the dirt off his body, his face still pale:
"Fang Cheng, this place is really sinister, it’s damn sinister!"
Despite his cursing, unwilling to show fear in front of them, he straightened his back forcibly and cleared his tightened throat.
Then, he began describing what was inside:
"As soon as I went through the wall, it was pitch-black inside, so dark I couldn’t see my hands. The air was thick with the musty smell of rotting wood and coffins, making me cough."
"Thankfully, I brought a flashlight, and I quickly turned it on to take a look... my god! The first-floor hall was crammed full of coffins!"
"One next to another, stacked like cargo. I glanced around briefly, and there were at least a hundred!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Ling couldn’t help but gasp, feeling her spine tingle.
She quickly glanced at the pitch-black windows behind her, edging closer to Fang Cheng, nearly clinging to his arm.
Pan Wendi swallowed, continuing:
"I gathered my courage and headed upstairs; the second floor, third floor, all of them had coffins. Only the fourth floor was empty, with nothing placed there."
"In any case, aside from coffins, there seemed to be nothing else in the building. In front of each coffin, there was also a wooden tablet, covered in dust."
"Hell, this isn’t a residence at all; it’s more like the Chen Family’s giant mortuary!"
"Were there names on the tablets?"
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered, then he asked.
"Yes, they all had the surname Chen, names like Chen Dehai, Chen Guangyao; it was evident they were ancestors of the Chen Family."