Chapter 579 - 230: Qin Qin and Mo Yunchen’s Counterplot_3
No longer searching, Qin Qin glanced around. She noticed nothing particular about this place, which was supposedly forbidden; it was just an ordinary wooden table, a couch, and some moderately sized carved wooden cabinets. However...
Her gaze suddenly shifted to two candle holders on the left side of the wooden hut’s wall. The entire wooden hut was illuminated by Luminous Pearls—why were there additional candle holders?
Qin Qin stepped forward to try moving the candle holder on the left but it didn’t budge. She then tried the right candle holder, pulling it downward. As she did, the wooden table in the center was pushed aside, revealing a dark hole. Startled, Qin Qin approached the table and peered down into the somewhat dark cave, hesitating for a moment before entering the cavity.
The cave was quite deep, roughly a hundred steps down. The darkness couldn’t obstruct her sight; although it was somewhat blurry, she could still make out her surroundings.
Once she descended the steps, the place grew brighter. There were still Luminous Pearls here, larger and brighter than those outside, illuminating the entire underground space as if it were daylight, allowing her to clearly see everything.
This was a sealed secret room, roughly a hundred square meters. There was nothing inside, except for a bed as cold as ice in the center and several paintings on the walls.
Qin Qin’s gaze was drawn to the paintings on the wall, both shocked and awed. She had never seen such a beautiful woman before, one that even she couldn’t compare to by a fraction of a percent.
In the first painting, the woman possessed a beauty that could overturn the heavens and shatter the earth, her skin like creamy jade, eyebrows arched elegantly, eyes like autumn waters with ripples of light, lips naturally red without adornment, slightly upturned. She wore a flowing white gauze dress that trailed on the floor, her delicate jade-like hand gently raised as if dancing, her long black hair only slightly tied with a butterfly tassel, with the excess locks fluttering in the air. She seemed like a fairy from the heavens, untouched by the mortal world, ethereal, as if she might turn into an immortal and vanish any second.