施公 isn't one to get rattled by such sights, but his eyes narrowing slightly suggests he's keen to understand more. "Lead the way," he murmurs, stepping past with measured steps. The air within feels musty and still, as if the place has been untouched for days.

张彪 chuckles nervously as he pushes the door open further. "Quite a sight, isn't it? The place looked like it hadn't seen阳气 in quite some time."

The main hall is dim, lit only by the meager light filtering through the grime-covered windows. Dust motes dance lazily in the sunbeams, starkly contrasting against the gloom. Furniture, once presumably exquisite, now sits covered in faded red and gold fabrics, silence reeking from every corner.

In the center of the hall, near the collapsed screen, lies that same beautiful young woman, her face turned peacefully towards the ceiling. What had they found upstairs? A strange bundle tied with a white cloth?

Yan Yi and the others hadn't dared to touch it initially, but now, observing the scene, 施公 sighs softly. "Liu Jia, fetch that bundle and inspect it carefully."