"It should be here, Yingluo."
An hour later, Xia Pingan arrived at a high-class residential area in the southern part of the undying city. He stood in front of a Vermillion gate and looked up at the house number on the wall beside the gate-spirit 98, tianyao Lane.
On both sides of the alley, there were houses of similar size. This house was the " Ling " house in the undying city. This " Ling " house sounded like a haunted place, but the environment was not bad. Outside the courtyard, there was a three-meter white wall. There were also fluorescent lamps in the alley. It looked very high-class, much better than the courtyards of ordinary hotels and inns.
Xia ping 'an looked around. The alley was very quiet, and there were not many people around. He walked straight to the steps, took out the Golden Key, and inserted it into the lock. He turned the key, and the door opened. It was indeed here.
