Finally, the group entered Chengyuan Garden.
The servant led the way, with Zhao Tai following closely behind.
After all, he's the gang leader; we'll give him the title first.
Zhao Tai sighed inwardly.
Given his status, it would be difficult for him to enter Cheng Garden under normal circumstances, let alone with a group of gang members with him.
But Brother Qi didn't stop it or even mention it, which means the message worked.
Sigh... I wonder if it will affect innocent bystanders.
The winding path leads to a secluded spot, with flowers blooming exceptionally brightly on both sides of the narrow path, a riot of colors and a fragrant aroma filling the air as you walk along.
At the end of the road, she saw another door, and Qin Zhaoyue frowned slightly.
In terms of layout, it's not unusual for a mansion to have a back garden, but passing through it should lead to the main area.
But there was another high wall in front of me, which looked to be about the same height as the outer wall. What kind of layout was this?
The door was about the width of a carriage. The servant took out a bamboo-shaped pendant, inserted it into the animal-head door knocker, and spun it.
The sound of winches and chains filled the air; it was a solid stone door.
A chill, mixed with the scent of old moss and damp earth, rushed towards me.
The main gate was wide open, revealing the alleyway behind it.
On both sides are high, steep, bluish-black brick walls, the plaster peeling off to reveal the dark brown rammed earth inside.
Underfoot were slippery bluestone slabs, with clumps of dark green moss stubbornly sprouting from the cracks, and faint tire tracks and dark stains remaining on the slabs.
The light was dim, making it difficult to tell whether it was rainwater, oil stains, or something else.
Looking up, the early autumn night sky was compressed into a thin ribbon.
The servant did not stop and strode forward.
Zhao Tai swallowed hard; this road didn't look promising, so he quickly followed closely.
The air was heavy, with only the sound of footsteps echoing, and even breathing became unconsciously soft.
Qin Zhaoyue and the other three walked in the center of the group.
The broken ink and chisels are in front, while the hidden creatures are behind, forming an inverted triangular formation.
Regardless of what this path was for, it didn't cause Qin Zhaoyue any psychological pressure.
With his hands behind his back, he still strode around like a turtle, looking around with great interest.
About twenty steps ahead, a faint light appeared.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an old lantern covered with a white veil, hanging forlornly on a rusty iron hook on the wall.
There's nothing unusual about this side, except for a moon gate embedded in the wall.
The servant skillfully pushed open the wooden door, and the scene suddenly changed...
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