Chapter 77

“Hey, who cares about you? Bullshit!” Anna nodded after hearing the first sentence, but when she heard the second sentence, she glared. For some reason, Brandon found Ann at that moment so cute.

Brandon smiled, then the two walked silently to the house Brandon had described earlier.

Although it was pitch black, under the gentle light of the street lamps, Anna could still glimpse the house with dark orange tiles, the four walls covered with moss, and the moss-like vines, constantly crawling to different positions. The house seemed to be quite old and must have existed here for a long time.

Not far from the house was a large mulberry tree, vines winding around its trunk. Some foliage points up to the sky, and some fall back down, looking very lively. Sometimes there is wind, and the leaves sway like scared something.

“It’s an old house, isn’t it?” Anna stood in the distance, squinting at the front. “It looks like the house was built in the twentieth century, around 1485 onwards, right?