After putting away the wooden box, Su Qing walked out of the middle passage. After looking around and seeing that no one was there, she simply went into the rightmost passage.
If that woman didn't leave, she should be inside.
The journey was uneventful, with no obstacles or doors blocking the way, which frustrated Su Qing.
There were three paths. He took two of them. One was full of traps, and the other was full of doors. So why was this path so easy?
He felt he was being targeted, but he didn't consider that it originally belonged to someone else.
After all, the thoughts of a bastard are always the most shameless.
He soon reached the end of the passage and saw the woman on the altar. She was surrounded by eerie blue flames, and every inch of her skin seemed to be burning, but her expression was serene.
Su Qing froze. He had known this woman's intentions all along, so seeing this scene wasn't too strange. But the problem lay in the coffins on both sides.
There were also portraits hanging above, each pair of eyes seemingly staring at him.
That feeling is terrifying.
After a brief moment of thought, Su Qing decisively took out a piece of drawing paper, sketched a simple portrait of herself, framed it, and hung it on the wall. Then she took out a coffin, placed it in an empty corner, and lay down inside.
The woman was asleep, undergoing a transformation. Su Qing planned to give her a surprise when she woke up.
Of course, more importantly, he felt somewhat out of place standing there.
Lying in the coffin at this moment, I immediately felt like I had found a group.
Of course, he didn't notice that among those rigid portraits, one of the eyes flashed a strange light the moment he lay down in the coffin.
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