Wang Zijia, brushing aside his doubts, arrived at the courtyard he had rented. At this moment, his cave mansion and courtyard had transformed into a paper house, with two red lanterns hung at the entrance, as if it were a spirit house, waiting for his return.
Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, ultimately deciding to enter the house. After all, there was nothing normal in this place, and it was a better option to live in a spirit house rather than wandering the streets where he could encounter a variety of strange individuals and risk breaking the market square rules and being arrested.
"Bang!"
As Wang Zijia closed the door, a crisp sound that did not correspond with a paper house, completely blocked out the mysterious atmosphere of the outside world.
"Whew....."
After inspecting his surroundings and finding that the inside of the room was no different from the daytime, that everything was as real as can be, Wang Zijia let out a long sigh of relief.
