Outside the room, the village chief's wife was still busy in the kitchen, seemingly not coming out anytime soon.
Bai Youwei glanced at the kitchen twice and tiptoed down the steps, following the cramped stone staircase into the basement.
The basement wasn't completely dark; there was a faintly lit oil lamp on the wall, barely emitting light.
She looked around and found that the basement contained only miscellaneous items—a chair missing a leg, filthy carpets, and some dusty books piled thickly in the corner. When she flipped open a page, she could see unnamed insects quickly crawling over the yellowing paper.
Ever since Bai Youwei had emerged from the labyrinth of Minotaur, she had developed a particular disgust for insects.
She withdrew her hand and looked around with revulsion once more.
It was strange; why store such rubbish in a hidden basement? Could those books contain the werewolf's secrets?
