968 Moving Forward

Standing at the door of the hidden room, Chen Ge focused his ears on the song. The woman's singing voice was strange, and she was singing some old folk song that had long disappeared from Jiujiang. Through the walls papered with talismans, just listening to her voice, when he closed his eyes, he could practically see green tiles and blue roofs, mantles of various colors like he had been transported to the past. Taking a deep breath, his lungs were filled with a scent that was unique to rouge.

"She has a surprisingly mellifluous voice. This Red Specter is rather unique." Chen Ge snapped out of it. "My Haunted House still doesn't have a worker who knows how to sing classical songs. If she is willing, I can help her."

The woman's voice was alluring and she was singing in a local dialect. Chen Ge could only understand some of it and thus had no idea what she was singing about.