"The boiler room?" Zhou Lingyi inquired.
"Mm." Zhou Xuan recalled the feeling at that time,
"The Zhou Family's Troupe courtyard was filled with wandering souls. I often heard ghostly cries, yet the boiler room was particularly quiet, devoid of any strange noises. When I passed by in the afternoon, I wondered if the fire was too strong there, scaring off the wandering souls."
"I shook the Cow Bell there just now, couldn't make anything of it… As for the fire being too strong for the ghostly presences to dare approach, there is that possibility. I'll go check it out again."
Zhou Xuan had a strong sense of perception. When he pointed out something amiss, Zhou Lingyi dared not be careless.
"Shall we go take a look together?" Zhou Xuan suggested,
and after a moment's thought, Zhou Lingyi agreed.
...
The Bright Moon shed light, a cold wind stirred, and the Zhou Family's Troupe was chilly at night.
Zhou Xuan pulled up his collar, moving closer to the fire.
