Lin Feng first kicked open the door to the adjacent room.

"Bang!"

The door flew off its hinges, crashing into the room.

This was another children's room, with cartoon animal stickers on the walls and scattered blocks and toy cars on the floor.

But there was no one there.

Nor was there any specter.

Frowning, Lin Feng walked in and began rummaging through everything.

The wardrobe was empty.

Under the bed, there was only dust.

In the toy box, there were just ordinary plastic toys.

"Nothing?"

Unwilling to give up, he crouched down and tapped the floor and walls, carefully sensing for any fluctuations in Yin Energy.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The tapping echoed in the empty room.

[Bullet Screen: What's he doing?]

[Bullet Screen: Looting for spoils?]

[Bullet Screen: Doesn't seem like it, the room looks empty.]

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[Bullet Screen: Is he looking for hidden specters?]

[Bullet Screen: He already captured the family of three, what more does he want?]

[Bullet Screen: Leaving nothing behind, not even a blade of grass.]

[Bullet Screen: Black Robe Brother: Since I'm here, I might as well take some local specialties back.]

Lin Feng was indeed searching for hidden specters.

As a professional Soul-Reaper, he had extensive "sweeping" experience.

During training in the Underworld, the instructors taught that some spirits hide in furniture, toys, or even walls, and if not carefully searched, they could easily be missed.

"No fluctuations in Yin Energy... there really shouldn't be anything."

Regretfully, Lin Feng stood up and dusted off his hands.

Then, he looked at the furniture in the room.

The wardrobe was made of solid wood, a bit old but of good quality.

The bed was an iron frame, a bit rusty but still usable.

The toy cars were plastic and not worth much.

"These... shouldn't count as specters, right?"

He hesitated for a moment, ultimately giving up the idea of taking the furniture.

Mainly because the Soul Capturing Bag couldn't fit them.

"Forget it, next room."

Lin Feng left the children's room and approached the door of the room across the hall.

"Bang!"

Another kick.

This room looked like the master bedroom, presumably "Mom and Dad's" room.

A double bed, two bedside tables, a large wardrobe.

The bed was covered with deep blue sheets, now yellowed and moldy.

Lin Feng walked in and began his second round of looting.

Inside the wardrobe hung a few clothes, all ordinary fabric, with no Yin Energy.

In the bedside table drawer, there were some miscellaneous items: a rusty pair of scissors, a broken comb, a few yellowed photos.

The photos were of a "family" portrait.

Mom, Dad, and Sister, the three of them sitting on a sofa, smiling at the camera.

But that smile, no matter how you looked at it, was eerie.

Lin Feng picked up the photo and looked at it, his eyes lighting up.

"There's residual Yin Energy!"

Although not a complete specter, this photo had been soaked in Yin Energy for so long that it had gained a certain spirituality.

If placed in the Underworld's general store, it could probably fetch one or two Merits.

"Good stuff."

Lin Feng unceremoniously stuffed the photo into his pocket.

Next, he found a diary under the mattress.

The diary belonged to Mom, recording some daily life:

"Another child came today, didn't eat, wasted food, I made him into dinner..."

"The new child is very obedient, finished all the food, but I still kept him, because the house needs company..."

"Dad's work is getting busier, his temper worse, yesterday he tore up another child..."

"Sister's doll got dirty again, she was very angry, made the child who dirtied it into a new doll..."

The diary's content was horrifying.

But Lin Feng wasn't concerned with the content.

He was focused on the diary's thick Yin Energy!

This diary recorded too much death and resentment, becoming a Yin object.

"At least worth five Merits."

Lin Feng happily put the diary away as well.

[Bullet Screen: He's collecting spoils!]

[Bullet Screen: Photos, diaries... these must be special items in the dungeon, right?]

[Bullet Screen: I remember the guide said the special items in Warm Home are hard to find because the specters hide them.]

[Bullet Screen: This Black Robe Brother is rummaging around like it's his own home.]

[Bullet Screen: Specter family: Please, be human!]

[Bullet Screen: Not even sparing the diary of the dead, that's ruthless.]

After thoroughly looting the master bedroom, Lin Feng moved to the last room.

This was a storage room, filled with various old items: broken chairs, broken lamps, old newspapers, empty boxes...

Lin Feng kicked the door open, and dust flew in his face.

He didn't care, walked in, and started searching.

Ten minutes later, he walked out with a disappointed look.

"Nothing but junk."

He dusted himself off, feeling this looting trip was a bit of a loss.

Aside from the photo and diary, he hadn't found anything valuable.

"That's odd, in a place with such dense Yin Energy, there should be some Yin objects..."

Lin Feng stroked his chin, deep in thought.

Then, his eyes lit up.

"Rules!"

He thought of the rules.

Could the rules themselves be some kind of "special existence"?

For instance... rule-type specters?

Though weak, they were still specters!

"Let's give it a try."

Lin Feng rubbed his hands together, a look of eager anticipation on his face.

[Bullet Screen: What's he planning now?]

[Bullet Screen: That look... I have a bad feeling.]

[Bullet Screen: Warm Home: Please, spare me!]