After I transmigrated into the book, both the female lead and I became fragrant

Chapter 59

The cold, metallic edges cut into the soft palms of Shen Qiqi's hands as she stared at the key in her hand. She felt as if she were holding a hot potato and didn't know what to do. She was now in a difficult situation, both curious and afraid. She felt like an ignorant passerby in a horror movie, faced with a long-abandoned mansion that looked very dangerous. She couldn't go in, but she couldn't stay out either.

She remembered very clearly that this temple, with its strange door and key, had never appeared in her own writing. She had never described the bricks and mortar of this place in her work. This huge tower must have been something that automatically came into existence to fill in the setting after the formation of this world.

Just like the ancient history of the battle between the heavenly realm and the demon realm for a hundred years, or the life stories of other supporting characters, even though they were not specifically described in the book, they existed and happened in this world.

She suddenly realized deeply that the land beneath her feet was real, the flowers and grass she touched were real, and the characters were also real. This was already a completely real parallel universe, not the fictional little world she had created with her pen, which revolved only around the protagonist.

It already had its own vitality and was running according to a trajectory that she could not predict.

Shen Qiqi's pupils contracted as she instantly lost her sense of being a great prophet. She lowered her head and looked at the key in her hand again.

This key was useless in other people's hands, but it was a heavyweight bomb in her hands, just like someone knew she was coming and had prepared it for her.

Shen Qiqi held her breath and concentrated: who could this person be? ... an heavenly, or a demon?

She was silent for a moment and finally made her choice.

She turned the key to the lock and gently rotated it. With a click, the door slowly opened, bringing up a breeze.

Fine light beams squeezed out from behind the door, and small dust particles sparkled and danced in the air.

Shen Qiqi pressed her hand against the door, squinting her eyes and thinking to herself, "Are you trying to scare me with a trick? I want to see what's behind this door, whether it's a demon or a monster!"

Now that she had the heavy responsibility of the heavenly way and the golden thigh of the female lead to hold on to, she had double golden fingers. Whether it was the old man in her dreams or Liu Shuang, they would not let her die so easily.

With a self-assured attitude, Shen Qiqi pushed the door open boldly.

Soon, she held her breath.

The curtains were only halfway drawn, and the flowers on the windowsill were sparse and drooping. The noonday sun shone like a sword, piercing through the cold darkness of the room, revealing everything.

Four pairs of slippers of different sizes were placed beside the shoe cabinet by the door. A black windbreaker hung on a pear wood hanger. A few withered fruits were placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and the LCD TV was turned on, flashing a vast expanse of snowflakes.

The fish tank landscape that can be seen as soon as one enters the door, but there are no fish inside. The water is murky like mud and seems to have not been changed for a long time.

The white walls have a yellowish tinge from age. Several eye-catching colorful photos are hung on the walls, depicting a family of four with beaming smiles of happiness.

All of this is the familiar decor that she has known since childhood.

Shen Qiqi stands frozen in place, as if someone pressed the pause button, staring motionlessly at the scene before her.