Murong Qingshuang opened a door at random and went in, wanting to take a rest first. She entered a study room, and it seemed that no one had been there for some years. Most of the house had been tidied up, but here it was just a simple cleaning, and the bookshelf
The books are still gathering dust.
With nothing to do, she walked around in front of the bookshelf, wanting to see what kind of books were there.
Most of them are a hodgepodge of historical studies, including official and unofficial histories, as well as medical ones, and many classical works.
There were many words that Murong Qingshuang couldn't understand. After searching around, I couldn't find anything like martial arts secrets.
She took out all the books with names that seemed like martial arts secrets, and looked through them, but they were all incomprehensible.[
When she took down a book, she suddenly felt a flash of silver light, and something suddenly fell from the bookshelf. It was something that looked like a piece of iron, and it rolled to her feet before stopping.
Murong Qingshuang knelt down and picked up the silver iron piece, and found that it was still quite heavy, and was far less light than it looked.
The outermost ring of the iron piece was polished so sharply that the part that landed on her shoes was slightly scratched.
It seems like this is some kind of hidden weapon, it’s so heavy!
Why is there a hidden weapon in the study? Or is it a place that no one has been to for a long time?
She frowned slightly and thought carefully for a moment.
Thinking of the sound of the iron pieces falling just now, she knocked the bricks on the ground one by one. Only the one she was standing on was a little hollow.
My heart suddenly jumped, as if I had discovered some secret.
She spent a long time but couldn't pick up the brick.
Looking at the iron piece in my hand, I suddenly tried to pry it with the sharp point.
After trying several times, the bricks showed signs of loosening. She pulled the bricks up from the ground little by little, feeling as if her fingers were hurting.
The brick was pulled out and fell to the side. Sure enough, there was something inside. She held her breath and looked at the empty one below, which had a pull ring similar to a mechanism. She reached out hesitantly, thought about it, and finally hugged the sleeve of her clothes.
Stop, touch this mechanism again.
When the pull ring was twisted, half of the bookshelf moved entirely, revealing a door that could allow one person to enter and exit.
Murong Qingshuang stood in front of the door. Inside was an aisle with candlesticks hanging on the wall at regular intervals. It seemed that the aisle was not short.
In an ordinary study, there wouldn't be a secret room, right?
