Ye Qiqi jumped over tall trees one after another, looking at the situation on the ground without blinking.
The patrolling killers would pass by again every once in a while, so she and Mo Hanqing could only be more careful in their movements.
Looking at the brightly lit Yama Palace on the ground, Ye Qiqi turned his head and asked Mo Hanqing: "Your Highness, where do you think the master of the palace should live?"
Mo Hanqing squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, then pointed to the brightest place in the entire Yama Hall and said, "It should be there."
That place is not only the brightest place in the entire Yama Hall, but also the place with the most patrolled killers.
Ye Qiqi looked in the direction of his finger, nodded and said, "I think it's over there too, let's go and have a look."
As soon as she finished speaking, she tapped the branch with her toes and flew over there.
Mo Hanqing followed quickly.
The two of them skillfully avoided the patrolling killers, and slowly moved along the corner towards the central hall of the entire Yama Hall.
Arriving in front of the palace gate, Ye Qiqi looked around to make sure there was no one around, then ducked in and went in.
The hall was empty, with no one around. The golden gauze curtain hung down to the ground, countless candles were lit around it, and waves of sweet piano music floated melodiously throughout the hall.
Ye Qiqi turned around, looked at Mo Hanqing behind him with some surprise, and lowered his voice and said, "This place doesn't look like a place where people live."
"Well." Mo Hanqing was also looking around at the surrounding environment. He nodded gently, held Ye Qiqi's wrist, and walked carefully along the wall toward the inside while whispering: "But what if If there's no one here, why bother arranging so many killer guards."
"That's right." Ye Qiqi nodded.
However, there was clearly an empty hall in front of her. As she walked forward, her head hit a hard object in the air with a "bang".
"Ouch..." Ye Qiqi touched his forehead and looked at the brightly lit hall in front of him, full of doubts.
Mo Hanqing wrinkled, held her wrist and pulled her behind him, then stretched out his hand and touched the air.
His fingertips touched something cold and hard.
"It's a mirror." Mo Hanqing was startled for a moment, and then said in surprise: "The empty hall you see is just the scene reflected by this entire mirror."
"Mirror?" Ye Qiqi was stunned. She looked at the empty scene in front of her and asked strangely: "If it is a mirror, why can't it reflect the two of us?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of the piano that had been floating throughout the hall suddenly stopped, followed by an extremely subtle laugh.
The laughter sounded very sweet, like the tinkling sound of spring water in a mountain stream, or like the wind blowing through the treetops and blowing off peach blossom petals to the ground.
Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment. Is there anyone in this hall
"Who is outside?" A pleasant voice rang, and then a door suddenly appeared out of thin air in the empty hall in front of her.
It wasn't until the door opened that she realized that the scene in front of her was really a mirror with no human figure in it.