"I don't think the CD is suitable for this place." Ling Xiaotu said.
"I just saw dentures inlaid with gold." Xuanyuan Xuantian said.
"There are also pictures of women." Ling Xiaotu said. She bent down and they had already reached the back door of the castle. She picked up a faded metal pendant by the steps. The shell had fallen off and was so damaged that it could only be thrown into the trash.
.
She could vaguely see the photo inside, which might be a miniature portrait. It was a woman with black hair scattered on her shoulders, light purple eyes, and a sweet smile, as if she belonged to a romantic era in the past.[
"There are always pictures of women." Xuanyuan Xuantian said.
"Just like people throw away everything." Ling Xiaotu replied.
"Yes, everything here has been completely forgotten by the world." Xuanyuan Xuantian said, and then added: "Perhaps even time does not remember them."
He stepped up a stone staircase. It was very narrow, probably because it was at sea, and there was a layer of slippery and disgusting liquid on it. The difference was that there was no life here, not even a bit of moss, only deposits in the corners and edges.
Living death.
They walked up the stone steps, and the walls of the castle were tall and steep, like the body of a weird creature, standing in a corner forgotten by time.
At the end of the stone path was a wooden door, probably for servants to enter and exit. It was gnawed by time and unknown monsters until it looked like an old witch's face, incomplete and fierce. Xuanyuan Xuantian pushed it, and it let out a gloomy cry.
It squeaks and then opens.
What comes into view is the old side hall. It seems that it was used as a place for servants to rest and walk. It is filled with worn-out furniture and dry plants. It does not look any more lively than the outside world.
There wasn't even a weird atmosphere, just dry silence.
A creepy cold smell.
Xuanyuan Xuantian walked to a table, picked up the yellowed and weathered book with brittle pages, and flipped through it gently.
Ling Xiaotu glanced at the title of the book. It was a "Bible" with the chapter on Hell sandwiched between the pages.
"What happened to the book?" he asked.
"Nothing." Xuanyuan Xuantian said, turned to the last page of the book, and said: "The 1811 AD edition."