The night was deep and silent, the candlelight flickered gently in the breeze, casting a ghostly atmosphere in the deserted Li Family mansion.
Wufu lay on the ground, examining the floor tile in front of her. She then turned her attention to the clearly loose tile under the bed, pursing her lips slightly.
Should she pry it open?
There's a saying, "Curiosity killed the cat," and her gut told her that she should leave at this moment. Otherwise, the secret beneath would suffocate her.
But Wufu was like the proverbial cat with nine lives; knowing there was a secret, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep without taking a glance.
As a result, she placed the oil lamp under the bed and propped herself up on her elbows, inching further inside.
When she reached the tile, she lay on the ground, stretched out her hand, and lifted it easily, without any effort.
Wufu wasn't surprised; she had suspected as much when she saw the crack.