First to appear before us was a pile of broken wooden planks.
They must have been furniture remnants used by the homeowners to block the front door, but in the recent tremors, they had turned into a pile of firewood. These once valuable woodworks now had no use other than for burning or making plywood.
The light in the hall was dim, everything was covered with a thick layer of dust, and spider webs crisscrossed in all directions, but we could still vaguely make out the former splendor of the decorations.
Although the soft glow emanating from Alaya provided a certain degree of illumination, after all, Angel Sister was not an actual bulb, and we suddenly remembered that we had come out to explore without even the most basic lighting tools...
At this moment, Qianqian patted Little Baobao's head and whispered something in her ear, and the little one immediately uttered a compliant response and then bowed her head, rubbing her hands together.
