Xiao Baihong headed to the church's front hall…
So Wu Xiaode decided to take the back route to see what he could discover.
He took a different path, walked down the unattended trails, and came to a side door of the church.
The door was locked.
Wu Xiaode drew his Dream Blowing Blade and inserted it gently into the doorjamb.
Two almost imperceptible clicks sounded.
He pushed open the door.
The cut where the lock had been severed was as smooth as a mirror.
—The sharpness of the Dream Blowing Blade was truly commendable.
Wu Xiaode went inside, closed the door behind him, and surveyed his surroundings.
All he saw was a confessional booth that seemed unremarkable.
But Wu Xiaode felt a thick presence of death.
For him, a member of the Death Camp, it was like a bright flame in the darkness.
He searched the walls and soon found a hollow space.
There had to be a secret door here.
However, the mechanism to open it was not easy to find.