The three walked in silently one after another, then listened to the sound of the door closing behind them.
The room's lighting once again became dim.
Of course, it could also be an illusion brought about by habit... Gu Mo glanced around the room's candle holders, the candlelight burning quietly, emitting a steady and gentle glow, illuminating this enclosed space to some extent. Perhaps in the eyes of people from this era, this was already considered very bright lighting conditions.
But after experiencing the baptism of light pollution from the future, where he couldn't see the stars indoors or outdoors, this level of lighting...
emmmm, quite atmospheric, very suitable for telling ghost stories.
Time passed by silently, second by second, Gu Mo looked around for a while and found nothing particularly interesting to see.
