The pitch-black entrance resembled a blood-stained mouth, full of unknown terrors and bloodshed. An Yiqing glanced at Long Zixuan and made a gesture to him.
Long Zixuan nodded, watching An Yiqing enter the secret chamber, then he closed the bookshelf and hid himself in the corner of the room.
An Yiqing walked about twenty steps, and the narrow space gradually became much wider. She turned on her phone's flashlight and looked around in the chamber.
It was a real bedroom, with a large black bed occupying two-thirds of the room. Next to the bed was a long bamboo table and a chair. In the corner of the table were many books, and there were three cabinets beneath the table, each secured with silver locks.
An Yiqing stood in front of the bed, squinting at the somewhat messy bedding. It seemed Xuan Mo should be sleeping here every day; the room outside was merely a decoy.
But why would he do this? What secret was he hiding here?
