As if noticing Qin Moyu's gaze, Shen Mo glanced at Qin Moyu, and in that glance, all the coldness and arrogance turned into a gentle, flowing affection, like a tide that swept one away and made them sink.
Qin Moyu was slightly lost in thought. This time, he no longer saw Shen Mo as Shen Yebai, but he felt the same way he did when he was with Shen Yebai.
Amidst the surging crowd, he was able to precisely direct all his tenderness towards himself.
He is still himself, yet he doesn't seem to be himself.
Inexplicable and inexplicable, fate quietly tightened the loosened red thread once more.
The three boxes, which had been silent all along, began to tremble slightly. Shen Mo stopped playing the flute, took out the boxes, and let them fly into the sky, drawn by an invisible force.
The three boxes stacked together automatically, and as they slowly rotated, they turned into white light and flew into the sky. A huge array appeared above the two of them, along with the small house that appeared on the river with the array.
Xiang Mei had actually set up an array in this Jiangdu area, with each element linked to the next, creating a secret place of inheritance that could not be opened without any one of the right timing, location, or people.
That small house that appeared out of nowhere is probably just a smokescreen; the real place of inheritance is definitely much larger than that.
"I don't know if there's a formation inside to separate us. If we are, don't worry, just stay where you are, and I'll find you soon," Shen Mo said to Qin Moyu with unusual seriousness before going in.
Qin Moyu nodded obediently, then reached out her hand to Shen Mo: "I remember you said that we should hold hands to enter the secret realm so that we won't separate."
Shen Mo was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he was the one who told Qin Moyu about these "precautions".
Although he knew that he should tell Qin Moyu that they might be separated regardless of whether they held hands or not, Qin Moyu had already reached out his hand, so wouldn't it be against all reason for him to refuse?
So he still held Qin Moyu's hand, intending to tell Qin Moyu the truth after he came out of Xiang Mei's inheritance.
"Let's go!" Qin Moyu excitedly pulled Shen Mo and pushed open the door of the small house.
Sure enough, the cabin was just a decoy; the two were teleported to different places as soon as they entered.
Qin Moyu was teleported to a long, enclosed corridor with glowing stones embedded in the walls. The cramped environment naturally made people feel uneasy.
He looked back and saw only a blocked-off area of stones, clearly indicating that people should move forward.
Qin Moyu did not move forward as instructed, but instead stood still and began to count.
Clearly, sometimes even the most ingenious formations cannot compare to overwhelming strength.
Qin Moyu had just counted to fifty when Shen Mo broke through the stone behind him and stepped out.
Forcibly breaking through the pre-set array meant that Shen Mo was naturally attacked by the array, but these attacks were nothing to him. His clothes were a little disheveled, but he was not out of breath or red-faced. It was not as bad as the impact of the soul collision that day.
"I'm here." Shen Mo extended his hand to Qin Moyu.
The moment their hands clasped, Qin Moyu's last trace of unease vanished. He felt as if as long as Shen Mo was by his side, he would never be harmed.
They walked side by side along the corridor and soon reached its end.
At the end is a stone lion, next to which stands a wooden sign.
The wooden sign reads: "How much does the shirt cost?"
Shen Mo looked at the wooden sign, his brows furrowed.
A shirt? The price? What kind of question is that?
Even though he had read countless books, he still couldn't understand what that sentence meant.
That sounds like a familiar question.
Qin Moyu paused for a second, the catchy melody starting to echo in his mind again, and finally hesitantly asked, "Nine pounds and fifteen pence?"
With a whoosh, the stone lion lit up, then slowly sank down, revealing the room behind it.
That's really true!
Qin Moyu was dumbfounded, never expecting to recall the past in such a place and in such a way.
But this seemingly absurd yet inexplicably reasonable question does indeed fit the personality of the fellow villager who wrote those several novels about leveling up.
Shen Mo felt even more annoyed when he saw the stone gate that had appeared.
He must not have read enough books, otherwise why would he not understand what Mo Yu was saying at all? This is simply a failure.
Qin Moyu had no idea that answering the secret code reserved for time travelers would ignite Shen Mo's burning passion for learning, because they had already entered the room where the stone lion was exposed.
As soon as he stepped inside, Shen Mo's brows furrowed so tightly they almost knotted together.
The box-like objects contained images, the long, stool-like things were wrapped in leather, and on the table sat strange-looking objects that shimmered.
As far as the eye could see, there were very few things that Shen Mo could recognize.
Qin Moyu, however, was increasingly delighted as she looked at it.
A TV! And a sofa and a table lamp!
The modernly decorated room evoked Qin Moyu's memories. He couldn't help but let go of Shen Mo's hand and walk towards the furniture. He was about to touch the sofa when he missed.
To Qin Moyu's astonishment, his hand passed right through the sofa, like trying to catch the moon's reflection in water—visible but untouchable.
This is actually an illusion?
Shen Mo was also surprised, because even he thought the things in this room were real.
As the two were still in surprise, a voice rang out from the corner of the room.
"Are you... also a time traveler?"