After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

Tick, tick, the sound of water dripping on the ground came from the dark secret passage.

The man dragged Shen Zhao forward in the secret passage. Due to years of disrepair, the ground was bumpy and Shen Zhao's legs kept tripping over stones on the ground, leaving scratches on her skirt. Her slender and white legs were covered with dust and mottled with bloodstains.

The secret passage was dim, without even a light. Fortunately, the man was familiar with the structure inside. After leaving the bathroom of the suite, he walked about two hundred meters forward and came to a place where ordinary people thought they could only move forward. He reached out and knocked on the wall.

There was a shout like that in an empty cave, and the sound kept colliding and reflecting between the four walls, forming a long and far-reaching echo.

He listened for a while, put his palm against the wall, stroked a few old bricks, found a brick with a dent on the edge, and then pushed the brick inward with force.

After the bricks sank a certain distance, they no longer needed human control. There seemed to be a force pulling them from inside. The bricks slowly sank in and then stopped at one place. At this time, the wall, which was about two meters wide, began to loosen and rotate inward, revealing a gap big enough for one person to enter.

It was dark inside the gap, but the man didn't hesitate for a second and pulled the unconscious Shen Zhao inside.

After the two people disappeared into the darkness of the gap, the wall made a creaking sound, like the pulling of gears, and the wall slowly closed, and there was no trace of any clues in the corridor.

An hour later it was Shen Zhao's turn to regain consciousness. She lay on the soft mattress, opened her eyelids, and quickly scanned the surroundings.

This was an extremely plain room. It lacked the gorgeous decorations of the Mu residence, nor the palace-style furniture. From the roof to the windows that she could see, it all gave off a feeling of being in disrepair and uninhabited.

It's not as good as the house in the old town where she lived before.

Like what?

Like those yellow mud houses that are decades old, they were soaked by rain and the roof was still yellow. Small areas of yellow appeared on the roof like ripples, with different shades of color. Some places even had mold growing on them, with blue-black patches.

There was a stale musty smell in the air, but fortunately the room had been cleaned and a closer look at the corners revealed no traces of spider webs.

The window had an old yellow-and-white wooden frame, and beside the window was a cotton curtain, which was casually tied to one side with a ribbon. Outside the window was the deep color of the night.

There was no extra furniture in the room except for the stainless steel single bed she was lying on, and a yellow-white wooden cabinet by the window. The mottled marks on it showed that it was very old. There were many grids, as if it was used to store clothes.

Shen Zhao withdrew her gaze. She moved her fingers gently and found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift it, let alone her feet and her body.

Her chest was heaving violently, as if she was trying to speed up the metabolism of the drug in this way, but apart from sweating profusely, it had no effect at all.

Her body seemed to be tied with a very heavy stone, pressing her down and making her unable to move, so she had to give up.

Her eyes rolled around and she forced herself to calm down. She didn't know where she was taken and she had no idea about those people. She couldn't act rashly. She had to pretend to be unconscious until she could move again.

Just as she was thinking this, there was a sound of footsteps outside the simple wooden door. Shen Zhao stared at the small window above the door, which was designed to ventilate the house. A figure flashed outside the window, and Shen Zhao quickly closed his eyes, not daring to move.

Da da da……

The footsteps were slow and the man didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Then there was a creaking sound from the wooden door, probably the door opened.

Someone walked in and stood in front of Shen Zhao's bed.

"Why hasn't she woken up yet?"

It was a female voice, and Shen Zhao was sure he had never heard it before.

"Maybe I took too much medicine."

It was a male voice, and this male voice seemed familiar. Shen Zhao was sure that she had heard it before, but she kept searching in her mind but could not see the man's appearance clearly. But she was sure that she must have seen this person before!

"How do you do this? You've been with me for so long, and you can't even control the dosage?"

"It was my fault."

The woman walked slowly to Shen Zhao's bed, and Shen Zhao could clearly feel her approaching.

"This face," the woman reached out and touched Shen Zhao's face, from the forehead to the eyebrows and eyes to the lips and chin, "everywhere is exquisite, especially when he is asleep, he really looks like that person."

"Otherwise, would Mu Yanchen keep her by his side?" the man took over the conversation.

The woman's hands were extremely delicate. From the moment she touched his face, Shen Zhao was sure that this was a pampered woman, at least she had servants at home, so was this person someone from the party?

The woman's voice turned cold, "I heard that Mu Yanchen stood up? Is he in such good health? How did he do it?"

"Shengjing is too far away from H City. Even if I control the power over there, I can only find some clues."

"Is this the woman you're talking about? She's very young and just looks like her. Does she have any special talents?"

"I'm not sure about that, but that woman has "committed suicide". Logically speaking, neither the Third Young Master nor Mu Yanchen could have survived. The Third Young Master is at the end of his rope, but Mu Yanchen does look a lot better this time. The only change that happened to him during that time was that she had appeared."

"What can she do, provide spiritual support?" the woman sneered.

She paced to the door and said, "If she wakes up, come find me again. Today is a very special day."

Shen Zhao could hear that the woman had walked away and the door was closed, so now there was only her and the man in the room.

Listening to their conversation, Shen Zhao was able to analyze that in addition to being pampered and having a high status, the woman also had a close relationship with Mu Yanchen and the others, and seemed to have a deep hatred for them.

She tried her best to control her facial expression, but the man still saw through her. "Open your eyes, she's gone."

Since she was discovered, she had no choice but to slowly raise her eyelids. What she saw was a well-dressed, handsome man. He was looking down at her indifferently through his cold glasses.

Shen Zhao suddenly remembered that it was the housekeeper beside Mu Guichao, but why?

Didn’t he follow Mu Guichao?

"Are you confused as to why I am here? Have I betrayed Mu Guichao?"

Shen Zhao's body couldn't move, but his eyes were indeed full of doubts.

Duan Luchong turned his back. He didn't seem to be worried at all about any unusual behavior from Shen Zhao, because he was very confident in the medicine he had given.

He picked up the only decoration on the cabinet, the dried flowers in the vase, and fiddled with them gently with his fingers. The dry petals fell down as he fiddled with them, and scattered on the cabinet and the ground.

"It's not a betrayal. I was never his person in the first place."