Haishan smiled, and then walked towards the bedroom with steady steps.

The closer you get to the bedroom, the higher the temperature around Haishan feels. The wooden beams have been deformed by the high temperature, and it seems to collapse at any time.

The books placed in the room also turned yellow and seemed to burn at any time.

Haishan's heart is under pressure.

He felt like a monkey who was ignorant of life and death, peeping at a napping tiger.

He pushed open the bedroom door.

The heat source comes from the ground.

This should be the place where the little master is retreating.

He was about to continue walking forward when he heard Jiang Shang's voice coming.

"Butler Hai, I'm fine. You're waiting outside and don't let anyone disturb me."

The sea and mountains stopped and silently turned their heads.

"Okay, little master."

He exited the room again, closed the door, and returned to the yard as usual.

Jue Wuxiang was waiting anxiously. When he saw Haishan, he asked quickly:

"How about it?"

Haishan spit out a word: "Wait."

After saying that, he pretended that he had not seen Jue Wuxiang's eyes full of desire for knowledge. He closed his eyes and his fist spirit spread all over his body, resisting the ubiquitous heat, like a sculpture.

This is also a kind of experience for him.
Chapter completed!