Chapter 136

Yan Chuyao didn't see the advice in the live stream. The live stream was just a routine matter. Except when he needed to communicate with Li Datou and the others, Yan Chuyao wouldn't glance at the live stream.

With a creaking sound, Yan Chuyao pushed open the door and entered the room. As soon as he entered, a strong, fishy stench hit him.

The entire interior was dilapidated, and there wasn't a single ghost in sight.

Only some furniture was scattered around, leaning precariously, with cobwebs hanging on it.

The house looked like a bookstore, with a row of bookshelves along the wall and a few books scattered on them.

Yan Chuyao walked over curiously, wanting to see what kind of books those were.

He held the flashlight in his mouth and reached for the books, expecting them to be modern books, but they turned out to be old books from ancient times.

Surprisingly, it wasn't all taken. Yan Chuyao raised an eyebrow. Isn't this considered an antique?

He casually flipped through a few books when suddenly the bookshelf in front of him began to shake slightly, and then slowly moved, revealing a secret passage behind it.

In an instant, a whooshing sound arose, and a gust of wind rushed in from inside, blowing Yan Chuyao's hair back.

After the cold wind passed, there was a faint sobbing sound, like a woman crying, but it was hard to hear clearly, and it made people feel numb all over and their hair stand on end.

[Holy crap, the Southern Mansion has been explored countless times, hasn't it? How come I never knew there was a secret passage here?]

Is someone crying? Or is it just my imagination? Why do I feel so cold?

[Help! I've looked back countless times, but I'm definitely not in the Southern Mansion, so why do I feel like someone's behind me?]

[I'm outta here! I'm scared, you guys continue!]

【I'm leaving too. Tell me what happens next tomorrow. Also, may Buddha bless the second young master so he can leave alive!】

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Some people were scared away, some were incredibly excited, some were extremely curious, and some were full of worry.

No one knows who started the topic of the secret passage being discovered in Nanfu, but in an instant, the number of viewers in Yan Chuyao's live stream skyrocketed.

There are still many people who enjoy curiosity and adventure, and the people of China have always been known for their curiosity.

The comment section was flooded with messages, most of them urging Yan Chuyao to go in and take a look.

Especially the group of second-generation rich kids who made a bet with Yan Chuyao, they wished they could crawl into the phone and kick Yan Chuyao from behind into the secret passage, because they were afraid that Yan Chuyao would leave.

However, their worries were unnecessary. Yan Chuyao was bolder and more adventurous than anyone else in the live broadcast room.

He was no longer sleepy, his back was straight, and his carefree attitude disappeared, replaced by seriousness and focus.

He stepped into the secret passage with a flashlight and a selfie stick, eager to see what was inside, where it led, and where that gust of wind had come from.

He guessed that the secret passage must have an exit, otherwise there wouldn't be any wind.

Yan Chuyao's face was full of excitement. He felt that his trip was worthwhile, as he had made new discoveries and it wasn't boring at all.

The secret passage wasn't deep, and he soon reached its end, where a square-shaped secret room appeared before him.

It turns out that this secret passage doesn't lead outside the mansion!

Yan Chuyao frowned and looked around.

The furnishings in the secret room were very simple, with only an offering table, an incense burner and three plates on the table, and the incense burner was full of incense ash.

It seems that people used to come here to burn incense regularly.

The plate contained fruit and pastries that looked fresh at first, but in the blink of an eye, they turned to ash and fell onto the plate and the table.

Yan Chuyao squinted in disbelief, wondering if he was seeing things, but a voice in his heart told him it was real.

This doesn't make sense, does it?

If it's always fresh, it means someone just put it in. If it's from a long time ago, it should have turned to ash long ago. What could be the reason for this situation?

His heart was racing, and Yan Chuyao felt that something beyond his expectations was about to happen, but he quickly convinced himself otherwise.

The sealed environment here must have kept the food inside intact, while he opened the door to the sealed room, disrupting the balance and causing the food to oxidize rapidly.

Don't these kinds of things happen frequently at archaeological sites?

Yan Chuyao gradually relaxed his body. In the live broadcast room, everyone was discussing this matter, but since Yan Chuyao was not paying attention to the live broadcast at all, he was just holding the selfie stick casually.

The scene of the food turning to ash was only briefly shown on camera; the entire process wasn't captured clearly, so many people didn't see it.

Those who saw it and were talking about it were all dismissed by others as a case of seeing things. A small number of people, like Yan Chuyao, thought that the change in environment had caused oxidation.

Ignoring the netizens, Yan Chuyao continued looking up. He guessed that the original owner might be worshipping some deity, because there was a painting hanging above the altar.

As the light moved, Yan Chuyao first saw a tree, then the hem of a brocade robe, and further up, the robe seemed to shimmer with light and color, radiant and beautiful.

Next, she held a delicate, white jade rabbit in her arms. The rabbit was so lifelike that it seemed to turn its head to look at you at any moment.

Moving upwards, there's an elegant swan neck, delicate collarbones, a petite chin, red lips and a beautiful nose, and finally, captivatingly beautiful eyebrows and eyes, deep and alluring, with endless attraction.

The painting depicts a stunningly beautiful woman, whose beauty transcends reality and surpasses all imagination!

Unprecedented, Yan Chuyao's blood pressure spiked instantly, and his heart raced, as if it were about to break free of his chest and fly towards the beauty in the painting.

He stood there in a daze for a long time, looking up and staring intently into the beauty's eyes, his mind a mess, yet he didn't know exactly what he was thinking.

On such a terrifying night, in this haunted house, everywhere you look is filled with decay and death, making one think of nothing but demons and ferocious beasts.

Yet, in such an environment, to suddenly see a stunningly beautiful painting of a woman is like seeing a breathtakingly beautiful spider lily blooming on the road to the underworld, by the River of Oblivion.

It grows amidst deathly stillness, yet surpasses all things in the world in beauty; dangerous, alluring, and bewitching.

It makes people hopelessly addicted to it, even though they know they should stay away, and willingly succumb to its allure.

It took Yan Chuyao quite a while to finally realize that the painting seemed to depict Chang'e, the laurel tree, and the jade rabbit. Who else could it be but the well-known Chang'e?

The fairy Chang'e, who should have been pure and aloof, was instead made to appear more demonic by this secret room.

Is it a fairy or a demon? Is it a god or a monster?

This contradictory and bizarre appearance caused Yan Chuyao's adrenaline to surge.

Excitement, intense excitement, and a tingling thrill made him almost scream on the spot.

He was still holding the selfie stick at an angle, whether subconsciously or unintentionally, he didn't expose the beauty in the picture to the camera.

Viewers in the live stream were puzzled by Yu Yan Chuyao's prolonged silence.

The screen was completely dark, with only Yan Chuyao's slightly heavy breathing indicating that the live stream had not been cut off.

As everyone speculated about what had happened, a sense of fear crept into their hearts.

The comments gradually quieted down until they disappeared. Everyone held their breath, suppressing their fear and excitement, waiting for the final result.

Finally, a scream pierced the night sky from the live stream; it was Yan Chuyao's voice.

"A ghost! A ghost!"

The camera shook violently as Yan Chuyao frantically ran out of the secret room and out of the house.