Chapter Eleven: The Wrong Formation

  At the moment my shout had just escaped, a strange gust of wind suddenly rose outside the open window, rolling in a thick fog into the room. I was shocked and subconsciously reached out to grab Jiang Zhun, but unexpectedly grabbed nothing!

  In front of me was a thick fog that refused to dissipate, I cautiously took two more steps forward, stretching out my hands to grope around, but still gained nothing.

  Impossible. I can hardly believe that Jiang Zhun was just two steps in front of me, and now he's gone missing?

  "Jiang Zhun! Jiang Zhun!" I shouted loudly in a panic, then took off running towards the direction of the door that was imprinted in my mind. Get out first, shake off this thick fog later.

  Bang!

  I ran too fast and heavily bumped into the coat rack by the door, the coat rack shook and fell down, the sense of impending danger forced me to pull my legs up to my abdomen, and the next moment the coat rack heavily smashed beside my leg.

  What a close call...

  I took a deep breath and propped myself up with my left hand, preparing to get up. As I stretched out my hand, I unexpectedly touched a pair of shoes!

  In the flash of a spark, I recalled the room's layout when I first entered and was certain that this pair of shoes wasn't there. My whole body sprang up. The door was right next to me, and without any hesitation, I darted out.

  It's really not that I'm timid, but under such a thick fog, unknown objects often evoke the deepest fear in people, and I'm no exception.

  It's just...

  I looked back at the room with the still ajar door and felt anxious - Jiang Zhun was still inside!

  It's impossible for me to go in again, just looking at the gap of the door makes me feel uneasy, the thick fog that is trying to get out through the gap seems like a living thing, it makes my heart feel sorrowful.

  Taking a glance around, I always feel like I've missed something, but can't quite put my finger on it. Looking at the tightly closed doors beside me, I decide to go in one by one to investigate.

  On both sides, there are three rooms. The first and last rooms on the left side are locked and cannot be opened. On the right side, one of the three rooms is a storage room filled with miscellaneous items. Of the remaining three rooms, two are bedrooms, one similar to a master bedroom and one similar to a guest room. The last room is a study.

  The outcome is uncertain, I dare not miss a single detail.

  The master bedroom in the middle on the left side is very simple, and it's obvious that it's a man's bedroom at first glance. It should be the room of Tang's descendants. I searched the floor thoroughly but found nothing.

  The room on the right was even cleaner, with no mattress, only a bare bed board. I wanted to find some other clues, but not only were there no paintings on the wall, I also stepped under the bed several times and still found nothing.

  The remaining study was very small, with only a desk, a bookshelf, and nothing else. The bookshelf had only two dusty books, which were local gazetteers. I flipped through them casually and then put them aside. On the desk, there was an ink bottle that had dried up into a lump, and a steel pen.

  After searching everything, I sat down on the floor of the study room dejectedly.

  A cloud of dust rose from the ground, and I was extremely disheartened.

  I recall Jiang Zhun shielding me behind him as he went upstairs, being considerate of every detail. Now, I can do nothing but wonder if he is dead or alive, if he is healthy or not, and where he is.

  "Jiang zhun..." I suddenly felt a little helpless, the surroundings were all silent night colors, thick and black, and in the distance, there should be a residential area, but through the window, not a single light was visible.

  No sound, no light, no atmosphere.

  Nothing at all.

  Wait!

  I suddenly stood up and took another look at this small study room.

  No, it's completely wrong.

  What a grand Tang family, how could it be that there isn't even one decent study? In any aristocratic household, the study is always an important place, it's impossible to have only such a small space.

  I once again recalled the layout of this main building, all the rooms flashed through my mind, and finally fixed on that bedroom in the deepest part.

  That's right, the rooms on both sides are over ten square meters, and the corridor is more than a meter wide. So the master bedroom at the back should be at least thirty square meters. But when I and Jiang Zhun just walked in, that room was the same size as the bedrooms on either side!

  That is to say... there must be a hole in that room!

  What will it be?

  The real disappearing bookroom?

  Still a staircase leading to the unknown?

  Or is it a private room?

  My breathing began to quicken, I knew that no matter what I thought was right or not, I had to go back into that room again, back into the thick and sticky fog, to explore in the unknown for another half of the room that may or may not exist.

  But how can I not go back?

  Jiang Zhun is still inside.