The door to the emergency exit slammed shut behind him, and Lin Mo slammed to a stop in front of pillar 13 in parking lot B2. A thin, crooked arrow was drawn in blood on the pillar, pointing to the ground—where a wriggling mass of unidentified matter lay.

"Miss Zhou, your navigation system is like an abstract artist." Lin Mo squatted down and poked the object with his mahogany sword.

The black mist dissipated, revealing a rusty safe. A scorpion was carved into the lid, its tail fitting neatly into the keyhole. Lin Mo was about to pull out his magic wand when Scorpion's eyes suddenly rolled and its pincers snapped, grabbing the key.

"Hiss—" Lin Mo flung his hands and jumped away. "Have the Zheng family even turned their hardware into spirits?"

He pulled a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and poured a drop of clear liquid onto Scorpion's face. "Try this! 1982 realgar wine." Scorpion immediately shrank into a ball, and the keyhole snapped open. Inside the box was a neatly folded wedding gown, its gold-embroidered phoenix coronet pattern glowing eerily in the darkness. Lin Mo reached out his hand when something suddenly grabbed his sleeve—Zhou Yaru's skeleton had unknowingly appeared behind him, its bony fingers tangled in the thread of his sleeve.

"Are you worried now?" Lin Mo pulled back his sleeve. "Wasn't you so slick when you were doing the OK sign just now?"