The stone steps behind the hidden door glimmered with an eerie light, Pi Yanlin’s cloth shoes making faint, crunching sounds as they crushed the moss.
Gu Qinghuan kept her fingertips pressed to the hilt of her blade, the scabbard grazing the stone wall to spark a few flickers of light—a habit she had formed over ten years of investigating cases. In places this silent, she felt the need to stir up some noise to break the uncanny atmosphere.
"We’re here." Old Hu’s wine gourd swayed in the darkness, casting a silver arc. He reached out and pushed open the final stone door, and a scent of mildew mingled with the fragrance of ink rushed out to meet them.
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