Upon entering the room, the imagined scenarios of a "sudden door closure" and "monster appearance" that Yun You envisioned did not happen.
Everything was just so normal.
No traps, no monsters, no scares.
There was only the sound of three people's breathing, and the cold gaze of the surrounding people.
The floor of the storeroom was covered with hay, with several large wooden boxes buried in some piles of straw, unlocked, but the items stored inside were not of any value; most were miner gear, like pickaxes and helmets, and a few were water and dried food, but they were moldy, seemingly not replaced for a long time.
"Perhaps this is their dwelling place."
Yun You watched a burly townsman, while the latter also tilted his head, returning a stiff gaze.
"But why have they become like this? Why do they not live with the ordinary townspeople?"
Yun You silently pondered.
Just now, as she passed by other wooden houses, she deliberately took a look inside.
