Su Lun and Mr. Jing entered the small building at 88 Green Street.
Only upon entering did he realize that the furniture and decorations were almost exactly the same as when he lived there a few years ago. However, it seemed that no one had cleaned the place in a long time, as a thick layer of dust had accumulated, and a faint musty smell wafted through the air.
"Senior sister, wait here for me a moment; I'm going to take a trip to the cursed space."
"Mhm."
Mr. Jing stayed on the first floor while Su Lun headed straight for the basement.
Perhaps because it was a "haunted house," someone had locked a thick iron chain across the basement door.
Su Lun raised his hand and with a flick of his finger like a sword, a spatial crack appeared, and the arm-thick iron chain instantly had a smooth cut, clattering to the ground.
He walked inside.
This place had once been used as a bank vault, with thick concrete walls on all sides.
