Dust whirled in the air, the scent of old mildew wafting in as Tang Xin covered her face to fend off the approaching cloud of dust, shining her flashlight as she walked deeper into the mansion, surveying the surroundings.
The interior of the mansion was rather Chen Pu-like, with the exhibition hall on the first floor stretching forward, doors leading to other areas positioned every few meters, separated by Roman columns. The facilities, neglected for years, were coated in thick dust. The glass showcases were empty, and some glass had been smashed, leaving gaps, while it seemed as if the mansion had been forgotten; the owner's collections had been taken away by the family, and the remaining items had been stolen by local residents.
The few Roman columns gathered around emitted an indescribable oppressive aura.
