Just as they walked into the room marked with "Li," the door suddenly closed on its own, followed by the sound of a lock clicking shut.
Clearly, the lock had been broken by Bo Yeyuan, yet it automatically clicked shut—
The candlelight in the room flared up like ghostly flames.
As it turned out, candles were placed around the entire room, connected by a long oily line threading through all the wicks.
As the fire burned through, all the candles lit up one by one.
When all the candles burst into flames, the small mausoleum was illuminated bright as day.
With an identical layout to Beitang Feng's spirit hall, the central courtyard had a sacrificial altar, surrounded by flowers around the spirit tablet. In the hanging portrait was Li Qiyu, stunningly striking like a nightmare.
Bo Yeyuan's expression grew grim. Before the sacrificial altar was a crystal coffin, evidently prepared for Li Qiyu.
On the mannequin nearby, layers of scales draped down in a wedding dress.
