C68 Calm Lodge

"I'll go in. You guys wait outside." Looking at the three story house that was not far in front of me, I grabbed Xiao Ha who was lying on the shoulder and stuffed him into Jiang Xi's hands.

The little thing seemed to realize something and struggled desperately to not leave. I stared at it and it looked at me. In the end, it chose to obey me. He just snorted twice, as if he was praying for me.

I knew that the little guy could feel what I was thinking at certain times, and that when I found him in the wild, I seemed to have established some sort of vague connection with him.

"Zheng won't do!" Fan Cunlong spoke with determination, he clearly saw the strange appearance of this small building, and naturally noticed many things that were unusual about it.

I ignored their objections and gave a brief explanation.

"I'm the only one who can enter here. If you follow me in, you won't be able to help me at all, and you can only add to the chaos. Cun Long, I'll give you the pocket watch, watch the time. If I do not come out by eleven-thirty, I will immediately bring San'er, Si Er and Miss Jiang out of the sulcus basilaris and wait for me outside. "

"This won't do, Zheng!" Huang San also advised.

"If I say yes, then yes, I must go in here. Remember, if I really don't come out, I must listen to Cun Long. I believe he can bring you out alive! "

After stopping them, I looked at Jiang Xi and said, "Miss Jiang, I am very sorry about Professor Ding and Brother Li Zheng."

"Their business has nothing to do with you." Jiang Xi waved her hand in a hurry. She didn't know what to say, and probably realized that something was amiss and wanted to advise me.

I smiled as I looked at them. "It's really fine. Don't forget that this is what I do. Can I even ensnare myself in it?"

"Then you better be careful, Zheng. If anything happens, shout loudly and we will rush in immediately." Fan Cunlong said in a low voice, he realized that he could not dissuade me and he had no other choice.

I nodded. "Alright, I understand." Cun Long, remember what I said. "

"Hm!" "Got it!"

I wanted to lighten the atmosphere, but it seemed to get heavier and heavier, making me feel as if I really had gone in and would never come out.

Thinking of this, I spat a few times in my heart. I haven't even gone in yet, why is there such a shameful thought? Isn't this just asking for trouble?

Looking at the remaining nine dilapidated buildings, I tightened my bag and walked towards the three-storey building.

As I got closer, a wall suddenly appeared outside the small building. It was very sudden, but I didn't feel anything.

Everything here should be normal. From the projection from the past to the small building now, this is itself the biggest event here. If I can even deal with this, how can I deal with an ordinary courtyard wall?

I knew that this was actually a projection of the past, but it was just an incomplete addition. This wall should have been there from the start. It might have been a supplement to his memory from the sticky red illusory void.

He knew that it should be illusory, but he could feel that it was real.

The half-open door made me uncomfortable, and I pushed them all out of the way, holding a flashlight to get a clear view of the interior.

A path paved with bluestone flooring extended from the entrance of the entrance to the entrance of the three-storey building. There were basic steps, and on both sides of the road, there were beautiful flowers and plants.

Using the flashlight, the light emitted a faint yellow glow on their bodies. It was a bit blurry, so I didn't want to look away from it.

"Pretending to be ghosts!" I didn't pay any more attention to the plants.

These things definitely didn't have the attraction that I felt now. It should be that the things in the house were trying to hypnotize me, causing me to be completely lost in this place.

The door was locked. Up the steps, I looked at a brass lock that was locked outside and reached for it. As soon as it touched it, it opened itself with a 'kacha' sound.

I threw the open lock on the steps and watched it drop like a ginseng fruit from a Western Journey. I pushed open the small, quaint door and went in.

Creak ~

The small door behind him made a light sound as it automatically closed. And then I heard another click, and the copper lock I had thrown away and disappeared once more locked the door behind me.

Inside, I tried the latch but didn't pull it.

"If I don't find you, I really won't be able to get out! "Does this count as putting one's life on the line to survive?"

I said to myself, and set the two lions apart in the doorway, with their heads facing the main hall. Since it won't let me out, then I naturally have to use some tricks to make it unable to escape.

Two small stone lions may not be able to completely block the thing I don't know yet, but there's no question of stalling for a while.

The stone lion was born to be a gatekeeper, its gaping mouth could swallow evil things. And the more they swallow, the more powerful they become. Therefore, the longer an ordinary lion guarding the gate for, the more it would be able to resist the Yin energy and protect the master's family.

Crack! The moment I laid the lion down, I thought I heard something light.

Looking closely at this floor, I felt as if I were entering some super collector's room. There were shelves on both sides of the wall, with all sorts of old things on them. It was just that these items were all of the same color, and were all made out of illusory and hollow patterns. However, it lacked the unique attraction of a dreamy void.

Walking up to a shelf, I held an object in my hand and examined it carefully. Finally, I discovered the reason why it didn't have that kind of special attraction.

At the bottom of the porcelain, several links of patterns could be tampered with. It was as if the creator of this object was not trying to create an illusion, but was deliberately modifying its patterns.

"Strange!" I deliberately threw the china on the floor. When it landed on the ground, it immediately disappeared just like that copper lock. When I raised my head to look at it again, it had already returned to its original position. It was as if he had never been moved and had just quietly lied there by himself.

The fake was a fake after all. No matter how real the projection was, it still had a big flaw!

As I thought about it, I picked up the second piece, which was also a illusory hollow pattern, but didn't have the unique attraction of an illusory hollow pattern.

Upon closer inspection, there were a few patterns that had been tampered with in the same location. It was completely different from a tampered position.

This situation made me suddenly have an absurd thought. Could it be that I was experimenting with something new? If that was the case, then the person in charge of this project was either a madman or a peerless genius! Ordinary antiques would never have the guts to modify the dazzling patterns on a legendary item like the Psychedelic Hole.

To confirm my conjecture, I looked at several objects. It was basically like this. There would always be a key point where the patterns on the wall were modified. The existence of that place would destroy the beauty of the object as a whole. What should have been priceless was instantly turned into a worthless piece of trash.

I secretly sighed in admiration. As expected of the Royal Workshop at that time. Towards materials, this kind of thing isn't really precious. To think that it would be able to conduct experiments with a variety of high-quality raw materials.

I can't imagine any other word for this almost extravagant waste than sighing over the size of wealth.

In the blink of an eye, a piece of useless carved chicken blood stone appeared before his eyes. The knife technique used to move the sabre seemed very crude, as if it was a practice manual made by an apprentice who had just entered the profession.

It's just that that piece of bloodstone... That bright red and glistening appearance, I even doubt if it's the highest quality of the bloodstone, Da Hong Pao.

One item after another filled my eyes with shock. As I repeatedly looked at them, I actually had the thought of looking through all of them!

"Something's not right!" The moment this thought appeared in my mind, I suddenly thought of the alarm clock. Just now when he was looking at those things, he had actually forgotten that he didn't have much time to come in, and had instead been completely immersed in the shock.

He was not entangled by the flowers at the entrance, but he did not expect that he would be attracted by the items on the shelf, wasting his time. He even almost forgot his purpose for coming here.

I need to find the thing hidden in this loft. If I keep delaying like this, I'm afraid I'll be dragged to my death here.

Even though before entering, he could still clearly feel what the seniors were guessing even if he died. However, when one was truly facing death, one would unconsciously feel that being alive was actually the most beautiful.

A dream could only be realized if one was alive. Choosing to die before the dream was not realized was the actions of cowards and the weak!

"Where are you!" I called out to the empty hall, closing my eyes but not sensing the scent of the object.

He used all his strength to be careful and meticulous. I scanned every inch of the ground on the first floor and began to walk up the stairs to the second floor.

Following my actions, the items on the first floor became a little more plentiful. At the very beginning, there were only shelves and some old toys on top of them. Then, a few tables and chairs appeared.

Then there was the tea cup, the teapot, and the tea cup.

Not every table had these items, but there were only a few scattered around. Some of the teas were half full and some were half full. At this moment, if someone was sitting on a chair with a fat teacup, they would feel that the cup of tea on the table was his own.

By the time I remember everything, the image of the attic will begin to fade. Then I'll disappear with the attic?

Thinking about these pointless questions, as I passed by an armchair, I caught a glimpse of a pale old man sitting on it, drinking tea from a teacup. His lifeless eyes kept glancing at me, strangely.