Chapter 166: Dust, Wounds, Pain, Blood

Pei Ye subconsciously stood up with his hand on his sword, yet nothing happened. Guo You lost his balance and fell into the room, and after the wood planks clattered to the ground, all settled back to a desolate silence, with only fine dust still drifting in the air.

Pei Ye walked over, there was no other occupant in the room, where years of accumulated dust covered everything. Papers had turned thin and brittle, wood cracked, beds and cabinets were riddled with wormholes, corners of the walls housed rat burrows... A room left untended over time, much like a cold bun, would grow spots of mold.

But maybe because the doors and windows had been locked up too well and too early, compared to the partially ruined main house, the furnishings of this room could almost be called clean and orderly. Pei Ye could even smell a tranquil scent; it was as if countless years had quietly settled here and only now been disturbed for the first time.