I am a god in the secret world

"Meow Meow House is also quite famous on the forums because it is an extremely rare instance where a person can turn into a cat."

Xiao Xiao sighed. She had already seen Bai Cha's luck, or perhaps Bai Cha was treated specially.

Therefore, many of the dungeons you enter are special.

It is neither good nor bad. This situation means that the player has better talent, but it also means that the probability of death is higher, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

"The main purpose of that dungeon is to escape. This kind of clue won't be blocked because when you enter the game, you should be told that the way to pass the level is to escape from Meow Meow's House."

"You can't use props in that copy, because cats are not like humans."

White tea: "..."

"So will people who turn into cats be like cats?"

"Yes, you will acquire the innate habits of a cat, such as running and jumping, etc."

That seems about right.

"Then forget it for now. I was originally going to take a look at the props."

"Well...anyway, your innate skills can still be used. Your skills have always been pretty good."

Baicha originally relied more on innate skills.

"Okay, nothing else, hang up. I see you're having a hard time talking."

When Xiao Xiao first heard Bai Cha snorting while talking, he thought something had happened.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Cha sat in the room for a while, then went to the balcony to look at the flowers.

To be honest, it’s not a good idea to keep these flowers here all the time. Some flowers are more suitable to be planted in the yard.

After thinking for a while, she glanced at the sky outside. It was a cloudy day today and it was probably going to rain. The air was particularly hot and humid.

But the good news is that there is no sun, so it is convenient to go out.

Bai Cha decided to go and take a look at the house his mother left him.

The address was not far from her, so she packed up a little, took an umbrella and went out.

Logically speaking, you should take a good rest at home. It's rare to have some free time.

But I don’t know if it’s because she always lived a busy life before, so she feels uneasy when she has free time.

It may also be related to today's weather. Anyway, I feel inexplicably anxious.

This made her feel very uneasy, so she decided to go out and find something to do.

After more than an hour, Bai Cha found his destination.

This side belongs to the county town. The house her mother left behind is an old house with a yard. The outside has exposed brick walls and nothing is painted.

The house has two floors in total. There seems to be some trumpet creepers planted in the yard. No one takes care of it, so it grows wildly, hanging down from the inside to the outside. A large area of ​​it hangs down and spreads to both sides, even growing to the gate.

There are many old houses like this around here, and there is a locust tree at the entrance of the alley not far away.

The door was locked and chained.

The locks looked rusty.

Baicha came with a key, but it was badly rusted inside and it took a long time to finally turn it open.

After taking off the entire chain, Bai Cha pushed open the gate.

No one has lived in the yard for a long time. My aunt only comes to deal with it once a year, mainly to prevent problems from occurring if the house is uninhabited for a long time.

So in the middle of every year my aunt would take time to find workers to come and do some repairs, and only then would she deal with the weeds in the yard.

This year hasn't started yet, and the yard is full of grass and some unknown wild flowers.

The trumpet creeper grows on the wall on the left side of the entrance. The trumpet creeper blooms quite brightly and beautifully this month.

The sky here is not as cloudy as at home. There is still some sunshine and it is a bit hot.

There are some butterflies and bees flying in the yard.

Bai Cha stepped on the weeds and looked at the dilapidated house, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

She couldn't find any trace of having been here in her memory, and she didn't even know her mother's house was here.

But she felt that she should have been here before, but she had lost it along with the lost memory. She walked towards the house. The house was two stories high, with the stairs outside. The ground outside the first floor was built with cement steps, but the cement had cracks and even grass grew in some places.

The house was of an old-fashioned style, with a lock on the door.

Baicha waited for a long time before finally opening the door.

After opening the door, a smell of dust hit me in the face.

The furniture in the room was covered with transparent plastic sheeting, and there was a layer of dust on it.

The lights are not on either, probably because the electricity bill has not been paid.

The light in the room was not very good. There was a room on each side of the living room, and Bai Cha entered one of them at random.

This seemed to be a bedroom. The bed in the room was similar to a step-out bed, but the wood was not of good quality. She couldn't recognize it, so she could only say it was solid wood.

There was a dressing table in the room, and Bai Cha took off the plastic cloth on it.

There are two small drawers on the dressing table and two large drawers below, all of which are locked, but the keys are stuck on them.

The white tea was twisted open.

There were some jewelry in the small drawer, mostly silver, which were all a little black.

Bai Cha rummaged around and found a small box in a small drawer on the other side.

After opening it, I found a seal inside.

The seal features a camellia.

This pattern...

Bai Cha looked at the ink pad. It was not completely dry yet, so it could still be used. He rubbed the seal on it hard and then stamped it on the back of his hand.

Although it was not clear, the pattern was definitely the one she saw in the copy, below the letter written on the rag.

Are exactly the same.

Bai Cha frowned slightly.

Is this seal his mother's? Then who wrote the letter in the copy? Could it be his mother?

Putting the seal back temporarily, Bai Cha opened the two drawers below.

One of the drawers was full of letters, and there was also a black leather notebook, which seemed to have a lot of things inside.

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Cha pulled out a stool, sat down, and picked up one of the letters.

Written by Qingyue herself.

It should have been written by my father.

The font was a beautiful running script, flowing smoothly. After opening it, I found that it was indeed written by my father to my mother.

It's a love letter.

The content is extremely sensational, mainly expressing her father's admiration for her. It seems to have been written when she was in college, and the main theme is a confession of love.

Bai Cha thought for two seconds. Is it not a good idea to read parents’ love letters?

Look at what is written on it. The moon in the sky shines its cold light in my heart. I wish to become the wind in the mountains and kiss the white light...

Bai Cha silently put the yellowed letter paper back and looked at the remaining envelopes one by one.

A large part of them should be from the same period because the envelopes and fonts are the same.

There's a high probability that they are all love letters.

She probably won't read love letters for the time being.

But the handwriting on three of the letters was obviously much more sloppy than before, and the envelopes were also different.

However, it was still written on it: Qingyue personally, but the letter was not opened and the envelope was well glued.

There were dates written on the envelopes, and Bai Cha opened the earliest one.

The handwriting inside was also very sloppy, revealing a sense of frustration and decline.