A type of magic that traps people in one place, no matter how they walk, they always return to the same spot.
She had just let Zhao Hongbin go upstairs alone just to see.
Mu Yunchu's lips curved upward imperceptibly, "Looks like someone wants to see you alone."
Zhao Hongbin:!
Before he could even speak, he saw the young girl beside him take a piece of Yellow Talisman Paper out of her pocket.
She casually stuck it on the wall.
Even less meticulously than when their family sticks couplets during the New Year.
Could this really work?
At almost the same time, doubt arose in his heart.
Yet this inconspicuous thing actually helped them resolve the troubling issue that had been plaguing them on the third floor.
They finally reached the fourth floor.
The elderly Zhao Hongbin braced his knee, panting heavily.
This was the longest fourth floor he had ever climbed in his lifetime.
