I followed the wolf green all the way to a half-open side door, followed by a wooden corridor, many bamboos filled the sides, and the floor lamps reflected a dark green in the vertical and horizontal depths.

I didn't dare to enter at this time, I can't do it without one or twenty security guards in the big house in the mountains, if I am discovered......

But I really want to come in and see, if I find out...... are all acquaintances, it's a big deal to beg Shen Qiming again.

Curiosity overrode all hesitation, and I followed the footsteps of the wolf and walked through the door.

When you look at it from the outside, you think it's a quadrangle courtyard, but it's not actually a traditional three-hall courtyard. The corridors between the houses are interconnected, and they are arranged very closely, and there is even a kind of maze-like complexity. The wolf ran so fast that I didn't have time to look more closely, and it wasn't until it stopped that I realized that I had walked into a separate yard.

This courtyard is not large, surrounded by corridors and hung with red lanterns. In the middle of the yard is a rockery fish pond with some tall and low green plants, and strangely the houses on all sides are connected, and the only entrance I came in here was here. The two huge wooden doors of the main room on the north side are closed, and you can tell that the room is not small just by looking at this door.

The wolf got a lot fatter, twisted his ass and ran forward, turned two corners and ran into a moon door in the corner. A house with people is more eerie than a deserted house with no people, and when you walk down the corridor, you always feel that there are many pairs of voyeuristic eyes lurking around. The red lanterns were not a little joyful, and the red light swaying on the sides of the dark corridor made me even more creepy.

I tried my best to control my thoughts, not daring to think wildly, and walked quickly to the moon gate. There were lights, but it was dim, and you could barely see a staircase going down.

Going down the wooden staircase is a half-open iron door, and there are two other wooden doors, both half-open and half-closed. I'm a little strange, could it be that the wolf lives in the basement?

When I went in and saw it, I was stunned.

The entire underground space is five meters high, and a long row of extravagant crystal lamps hangs on the top. Entering is a study room with layers of bookshelves on both sides of the passage leading to the top, a sofa on one side, a long case on the other side, and even a ladder for taking books! It's like a Hogwarts library.

This is Miss Sheng's study? She really loves to read.

I wiped my saliva and walked inside, shouting wolf green as I went. The puppy didn't know where it had gone, and it didn't move no matter how much it shouted. Further inside is a larger hall with a translucent embroidered screen more than three meters high in the middle. I didn't think anything of it, so I just took a cursory glance, two big white deer, and some maple leaves.

But I just took two steps inside, and the white deer seemed to follow me in the afterglow!

This doesn't make sense, the screen is flattened, I changed the angle left and right several times, and one of the two deer eyes is always staring at people. No matter how I changed it, I reached over and touched the lines of the threads, not like I was hiding some high-tech equipment.

The world of rich people is weird.

The screen obscured most of the view, and there was a piano with yellowed keys inside, which looked like it was really old. There are all kinds of antiques on both sides of the surrounding, there are a high table clock, there are also some cold weapons such as swords, and the four Bogu racks are dazzling. Although I don't recognize it, I can feel the breath of long years.

In the depths of this room full of golden bells and jade horses, there is a faint light coming down, and it is a patio. On the top of the glass is a fish pond, and a few fat koi fish are sleeping quietly under the lotus leaves.

I thought I had reached the edge of the basement, but when I got closer, I realized that there was a one-meter-wide passage between the inner and outer walls. I looked left and right, not knowing which way to go. At this time, I remembered that Niangniang asked me to feel by heart, and I took out a coin from my pocket, the word to the left and the flower to the right.

Throw it up, and it will be a word in your hand.

Well, I raised my foot and walked to the right.

I didn't pay attention just now, but now the space is narrow, and there is a mellow aroma between breaths. It's like wine and some kind of medicinal herb, and it feels very solemn and serious, which makes people feel refreshed and unconsciously straighten their backs.

There was a small spotlight at the top of the passage, and a figure appeared in front of him as he walked. He will go when I go, and he will go when I scream, and he should not be.

I pinched the coin and tossed it, and with a crisp sound, the coin fell to the ground. It turned out to be a mirror!

When I got closer, I could see more clearly, the mirror was surrounded by carved ebony frames, inlaid with many small night pearls, or fluorite, which would shine anyway. The face of the person in the photo is blue and blue, not like a human but like a ghost.

The corridor ends here, I didn't see the fork in the road or the door just now, what's the point of this corridor? Just to put on a scary mirror?

I raised my hand and tapped on the mirror, and the echo was empty. Pushing hard, a gap actually came out.

It turned out to be a revolving door!

This door is not light, and the wolf green must not be able to push it. The problem is that just because I can go doesn't mean I can go too, how can I explain this if someone finds out?

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard someone talking. The voice is very light and fluttering, I don't know whether to speak or sing, and I speak in a long and slow voice, but it seems to be chanting poetry.

Whatever it is, someone is coming. I was nervous, pushed open the mirror door and stepped in!

The other side of the mirror is still a mirror, not only this side, but the room is full of large and small, and there are mirrors in all directions. There are mercury mirrors and bronze mirrors, round and square, flat and long, and when I move, there are shadows everywhere.

If I look in the mirror, I'm bound to bump into one of them. I just look at the ground, there are patterns on the carpet, and there is nothing wrong with following the patterns. However, I always feel that although these mirrors are not neatly arranged, they are not cluttered, as if there is a complex pattern. The road under my feet was divided into several paths, and I suddenly thought of things like the Gate of Life and Death, and the Qimen Dunjia.

It's not that I'm guessing, just looking at a certain part, it's really like a columbarium. If this is also a formation, it is obvious that this one is bigger and more complete.

Could the Xuanzhu Heart Mirror be among them?

I looked for them one by one, but the mother didn't describe the appearance of the mirror to me, and in fact he didn't know. It's just that everyone rumors that it is a bronze mirror with gold rim and a pearl the size of an egg embedded in the back.

Looking for it, the voice of the poem is clearer, and it is clear that it is coming from inside!

I didn't have time to be afraid, but I wondered, why is this voice so familiar?

Shen Qiming?

No, no, no, it's Junmo!

That's right, this kind of subdued tone is that he has no one else.

I listened to the sound and walked to an open space, surrounded by large and small mirrors facing the center, and in the center was a lone man-high wooden frame with a pair of calligraphy and paintings.

The ink outlines a sea of empty clouds, and a young man in a wide-sleeved blue coat stands in the wind, holding an octagonal mirror in his hand.

How much does Miss Sheng like to collect ancient mirrors?

A few lines of words were inscribed on the painting, and it was written: Jun Mo is studying in the air, looking for Fanglan from afar. The wind is searched by the world, and the back is on the tip of the pen.

I looked at the first two words in a daze, a little distracted, is this a portrait of Jun Mo? But it's not like it, the eyebrows of the people in the painting are light, and they are the standard appearance of the ancients, such as the beardless Song Shenzong. The eyes are slender, and the mouth can't be replaced by a short line.

This is definitely not a cute and cute Junmo with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

I just realized, what kind of name is this? He lied to me!

This grandson, this ......

"You're here?"

I smiled awkwardly, turned around, and raised my hand to wave.

"Hey, Uncle Jun, see you again."