Princess Against the World

Feng Chenglin's expression froze suddenly: "No...you don't lack cleaning people..."

"I am anxious that there is no shortage of cleaning people, but I am afraid that the cleaning people in our house will silently greet you in my heart every day when cleaning... After all, you have a good idea. Tongle, it is estimated that there will be no such troublesome problems!!"

Feng Chenglin black face: "...then...then forget it..."

If such a big mansion were really built, the people who clean every day would be exhausted!

He smiled, he took two quick steps and pushed the hall door, but there was no response.

Looking around, I didn't find anything like a lock, so I scratched my head.

"San Shao, is there any mechanism or something on this door? Why can't I push it?"

He also has self-awareness, knowing that the machine is not his strong point, so he took two steps back with interest and let Ling Luoyu step forward.

After Ling Luoyu tried to push, her eyebrows clustered, and after looking inward along the crack of the door, she suddenly raised her right hand.

"Knife!"

The old shopkeeper quickly handed his dagger up, and followed the direction of Ling Luoyu's dagger, looking towards the crack of the door.

"Mr. Ling, you won't be suspicious, these... these two doors were chained from the inside, right?"

"How is it possible?" Feng Chenglin answered casually, "If he is chained from the inside, it means that there are still people in this room..."

The voice did not fall--

"Crack!"

A clear collision sound came along the dagger, and in the silent night, it was very clear.

"Three... little..." Feng Chenglin tilted his head and squinted, "You...what did you get?"

Ling Luoyu turned with the blade of the dagger: "It looks like it's a latch!"

Feng Chenglin and the old shopkeeper looked at each other in an instant.

"I fuck..."

"It really is……"

This hall was actually bolted from inside.

"Impossible, Third Young Master?" Feng Chenglin pushed Ling Luoyu away, squinting his eyes to look inside: "How can this thing be chained from the inside? Could it be the machine made by people who have been in...the last life?"

When the words "Ancient ancestors" came to the lips, he changed them again.

Ling Luoyu experimented back and forth, inserted the dagger from below, and picked up the latch.

"Kaka..."

The sound of the latch opening made Feng Chenglin and the old shopkeeper back two steps at the same time, alertly looking up at the hall door and surroundings.

"This...what the **** is going on?"

"Who would shut himself in the hall... and dropped the latch?"

"..."

Ling Luoyu's movements took a sudden, and suddenly he thought of something, suddenly let go of the dagger, and turned around to look outside thoughtfully.

"Fat man, look from here, what can you see?"

Feng Chenglin followed her sight, confused: "This... it's near, it's these shark oil lamps, it's far... it's the ruins!"

"Yes! Ruins..."

Ling Luoyu's dagger pointed far away.

"That place, the ruined place... now it looks like a place to fight, right?"

"……Correct……"

"It seems that the ruined place is facing this room..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but laughed out: "San Shao, you don't mean to say... because there is a fight in that place, so... some people hid in this hall and fell on the latch?"

"Theoretically... it could be so!"