This illusion completely imitated Penglai Island in reality, and every detail was copied to perfection. Even the books in the study were exactly the same as the study in the real City Lord's Mansion.
After Yang Rongrong found the map, she also found books about the floating mirror in the study.
The description in the book is basically consistent with what Liu Bingbi said.
The floating mirror is an artifact handed down from ancient times. It is good at creating illusions to confuse people's hearts. Once humans are seduced by it, they will be trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. Eventually, the life force will be sucked out by the floating mirror, the body will completely die, and the soul will become unconscious. The puppet is always controlled by the mirror of life.
In other words, if she and Shen Wenqu were unable to escape from the illusion, they would eventually die here.
Under normal circumstances, normal death can lead to reincarnation.
But if you die in the mirror of life, even reincarnation becomes a luxury.
Of course Yang Rongrong couldn't accept such an ending.
After she left the study, she began to explore the City Lord's Mansion. Every place in the City Lord's Mansion was clearly marked on the map, so she didn't have to worry about getting lost.
Front hall, backyard, piano room, tea room, guest room, kitchen, flower garden...
As long as there were places on the map, she had explored them all one by one, and found no abnormalities.
Finally she came to the servants' room located in the corner of the west courtyard.
All the servants in the house live here.
Logically speaking, Yang Rongrong should sleep here tonight, but because Shen Wenqu left her on duty, she had no choice but to spend the night in Shen Wen's room.
The room was dark, and the servants must have fallen asleep by now.
Yang Rongrong quietly touched the window. She planned to take a look inside through the window and leave after making sure there was no problem.
There are no independent beds in the servants' rooms. They are all large bunks. Dozens of maids are lying neatly on the long bunks.
Each of them was lying upright, with their hands folded on their abdomens, their eyes closed, and their postures peaceful. They looked more like they were dead than asleep.
Yang Rongrong was even a little doubtful, were they still breathing?
"what are you doing here?"
The sudden sound behind her scared Yang Rongrong and almost stopped her heartbeat.
She turned around quickly and saw Ajaan standing behind her at some point.
Ajaan's face looked a little blurry in the night, his expression was stiff, and his words were also a little weird. He had to speak word by word, as if he was stuck.
"What are you doing?"
she asked again.
Yang Rongrong quickly calmed down: "I came back to get something. I was afraid of disturbing your sleep, so I didn't dare to go in."
Ajaan paused for a while and then said: "Then go in."
"it is good."
To be honest, Yang Rongrong didn't dare to go in.
But now she was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. To avoid arousing suspicion, she could only bite the bullet and follow Ajaan into the servant's room.
Ajaan lit the oil lamp on the table.
There was some light in the dark room.
The maids who were still sleeping with their eyes closed suddenly opened their eyes and turned their heads to look at Yang Rongrong.
The eyes were cold and holey, as if looking at an outsider who had broken in by mistake, making Yang Rongrong's scalp numb with fear.
She twitched the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Sorry for waking you up. I'm back to get something. I'll be leaving soon. You can continue sleeping and don't worry about me."
The maids neither answered nor moved, they all remained lying on the bed staring at her.
Ajaan on the other side didn't speak either.
The silence in the house was unnerving.
Yang Rongrong tried her best to ignore those glances, and soon found two empty seats.
Now among the maids, only she and Ajaan were still awake, so the two empty seats must belong to them.
Yang Rongrong walked over quickly and saw that the bedding, pillows and sheets on the two empty seats were exactly the same. It was impossible to tell which one was her bed and which one was Ajaan''t it be suspicious if he identified the wrong bed? When Yang Rongrong was in trouble, Ajahn's strong voice came from behind again.
"Why are you not moving?"
Yang Rongrong turned around and said helplessly: "I have lost my memory. I forgot which bed I have?"
Ajiang stared at her expressionlessly for a long time before speaking.
"You really lost your memory?"
Yang Rongrong nodded and said yes, and said that she had forgotten many things.
Ajaan didn't know whether she believed it or not. Anyway, she didn't ask further, but pointed to the empty seat on the left and said firmly.
"That's your bed."
"Thank you!" Yang Rongrong felt like she was being pardoned, and quickly opened the quilt on the bed on the left, pretending to be looking for something, and groped inside together.
As she performed these actions, Ajaan and the other maidservants all stared at her silently.
The air was silent and oppressive.
Yang Rongrong's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.
At this moment, Ajaan suddenly spoke again.
"Why are you wearing young master's clothes?"
Although this suit of clothes belonged to the young master many years ago, and as he grew taller and taller, the suit was too small for him, so it was placed at the bottom of the box and has not been taken out for a long time.
But Ajaan still remembered it.
She stared directly at Yang Rongrong, or to be precise, she should be staring at Yang Rongrong's clothes.
There was an emotion called jealousy in that gaze.
Yang Rongrong smiled coquettishly: "I accidentally soiled my clothes. The young master was kind-hearted, so he lent me the clothes he didn't wear in case of emergency. I have to wash them and return them to him later."
Then she added another sentence.
"I came back now just to get some change of clothes."
Her words pleased Ajiang, who nodded slightly: "Young Master is indeed kind-hearted and a very good person."
Yang Rongrong echoed: "Yes, yes, the young master is the best person I have ever met."
"Do you like Young Master?"
Yang Rongrong was stunned for a moment by the other party's sudden question.
Before she could think about it, Ajaan took a step forward, stared into her eyes and continued to ask.
"Will you always stay with the young master?"
Judging from Ajaan's aggressive posture, it seemed as if Yang Rongrong would be eaten alive by her immediately if she dared to say no.
Yang Rongrong was very aware of current affairs and nodded: "That's natural."
Ajaan's eyes suddenly softened a lot.
"very good."
Her mood improved, and her attitude towards Yang Rongrong also improved, she took the initiative to remind her.
"Put your clothes in the box under the bed."
Only then did Yang Rongrong realize that there was a hollow under the bed.
She knelt down and pulled out a box from under the bed. Her clothes were neatly placed in the box.
Yang Rongrong casually took out a set of clothes, put it into her arms, and then bent down to push the cage back.
At this moment, the cage seemed to have hit something and couldn't move.
Yang Rongrong had to look under the bed to see what was inside. Ajaan's voice suddenly sounded behind him again.
"What are you looking at?"