Looking at the street outside where everything seemed normal, Yu Sheng was in a daze for quite a while, then he heard footsteps coming from behind—Erin also ran out from the living room, standing dumbfounded with him at the doorway.

"...Hey, where's the fog? It was so thick just now!"

Yu Sheng said nothing, just frowned and looked outside for a while, then suddenly seemed to think of something and turned back to the living room.

Outside the window was still the scene of thick fog spreading.

After confirming it several times, the result was the same.

Is the fog only confined outside the window?

Yu Sheng returned to the window, staring at the mist outside in deep thought for a while, decided to try opening the window.

The window opened easily, and he looked out through the window, finding that the street outside also appeared normal. However, when he looked through the part of the window that couldn't be opened, he still saw the fog seemingly enveloping the whole world.

Erin and Hu Li beside him saw the whole process, and both were just as perplexed as Yu Sheng. Erin, wide-eyed, was the first to speak: "Must you have the window glass in between to see the fog?"

Hu Li followed quickly with a remark: "Illusion?"

Yu Sheng silently closed the window again, looked at the fog-enshrouded street outside, pondered for a moment, and then spoke softly: "We need to check the windows in other places too."

Hu Li "whooshed" upstairs, and Erin's other two bodies immediately ran upstairs too with soft clatter sounds. Yu Sheng thought for a moment and also walked up the stairs—he wanted to personally check that room at the end of the second-floor corridor.

A moment later, the three of them were back in the living room, discussing the inspection results from each area.

Erin: "There's fog outside the master bedroom window! And outside the attic window too!"

Hu Li nodded along: "It's the same outside my room, but if you open the window, you can't see it; you can only see it through the glass."

"The room at the end of the second floor is the same," Yu Sheng finally spoke, summarizing the situation in a deep voice, "It seems that the fog has completely surrounded the outside, but this fog can only be seen through the windows. If you really open the door and windows and look outside directly, everything outside still looks normal... See through the windows... see?"

He repeated the word, suddenly furrowing his brow.

Erin immediately stood up from the sofa: "What did you think of?"

"Just suddenly had a strange idea," Yu Sheng said with a frown, somewhat hesitantly, "Could it be that there is indeed fog outside right now, and our house is truly surrounded by the fog—only it's surrounded on the 'other side,' and what we see through the window and the door when open or closed is actually the 'two sides' of different scenes?"

This string of words puzzled Erin completely, her puppet-like mind already not too functional, took quite a while to react. Meanwhile, Hu Li quickly understood Yu Sheng's thought: "Savior, you mean... 'foggy' and 'not foggy' are two different 'realms,' and our house is now 'stuck' between two realms?"

The fox's mind is indeed sharp.

Upon hearing Hu Li's explanation, Erin finally reacted too. She blinked, translating the terms Hu Li used into the concepts of this world in her mind, clapped her hands: "Oh, No. 66 Wutong Road is falling into the Exotic Realm."

Then she stared with her scarlet eyes, looking at Yu Sheng with wide eyes round.

"What on earth!" Without waiting for others to speak, she started muttering herself, "I've only heard of people falling into the Exotic Realm, or at most machines with Mechanical Souls falling in, but how can a house fall in! Does your house have a house soul?!"

Yu Sheng said nothing, just pointed to the foggy street outside.

Erin suddenly didn't know what to say either.

"Then what should we do now?" Hu Li asked curiously, eyes wide, looking at Erin and then Yu Sheng, "If our house is really 'falling' down... Shouldn't we think of a way to pull it up? Or should we first try to go to the 'other side' and see the situation? Maybe there's something on that side pulling our house down..."

Erin looked at Hu Li in surprise, "Silly fox, your imagination is impressive... But a house is falling into the Exotic Realm, how do you 'pull' it up?"

"I don't know... How do you pull people up when they fall into the Exotic Realm?"

"If it's not too deep, they find an exit and walk out."

"...But our house seems to have no legs?"

"Nonsense!"

Yu Sheng listened to the discussion between the puppet and the fox, but for some reason, he did not feel any tension at all.

He felt that he should be nervous, after all, No. 66 Wutong Road had become his foothold in this world, and this house was undergoing changes he had never encountered before. If it was true as Hu Li and Erin had speculated, that the entire house was gradually sinking into the Exotic Realm, this matter would be extremely significant—much more serious than if he himself had fallen into the realm.

But he just couldn't feel nervous, as if... he could precisely perceive the state of No. 66 Wutong Road now, sensing that it existed stably and normally where it should be, while the thick fog outside didn't affect it at all.

With this inexplicable feeling, not sure whether it counted as "spiritual intuition," Yu Sheng pondered for a long time, then suddenly broke the silence: "Let's go into the fog and check it out first."

Erin and Hu Li immediately stopped their meaningless discussion and both looked into Yu Sheng's eyes.

"How do we go?" Erin asked, "Now if we open the door and go outside, it seems like a normal street, and our house hasn't fully sunk yet... Or do you want to open a door to the place where you rescued the nephew before? And then run all the way from the 'other side' to here? That would be quite far, and who knows what might happen on the way..."

"I'll try to open the door and go out directly," Yu Sheng said, uttering what sounded like an unrelated remark to Erin, and then got up straight and walked to the main entrance, placing his hand on the doorknob.

The puppet and the fox were both curious, watching this scene.

Yu Sheng ignored the outside world, only maintaining his grip on the doorknob while squinting his eyes slightly.

He hadn't done this in a long time.

He pushed open the front door of his home — but not directly assigning it to that familiar vacant lot.

He always avoided actively "assigning" the door at the entrance of No. 66 Wutong Road to other coordinates, because he had some... special feelings and attachments to this door. He always remembered that it was on a day when he mistakenly opened the front door of his home, that he arrived in this strange and dangerous world, leaving his familiar hometown. He always hoped that, one day, this door at the entrance might take him back to that familiar home — and before that, he must first thoroughly understand his powers, master the deceitful and mysterious rules of this Boundary Land...

But now, he suddenly had a bold idea.

Perhaps, he should first thoroughly understand No. 66 Wutong Road — it seemed he knew too little about this house that had become his "home."

He sensed the few drops of blood he had left in the thick fog.

The connection established by those few drops of blood was extremely weak, but a connection was a connection, and as long as it existed, it could accurately point to the "other side."

Using the faintly transmitted information, Yu Sheng carefully distinguished that foggy world, discerning the subtle differences in "assignation" between the two sides of the world divided by the fog.

He wasn't planning to open the door to the neighborhood where Zheng Zhi was previously trapped — it wasn't that simple.

He was trying out a brand-new method of positioning.

He aimed to find the "overall characteristic" of that foggy world, and then directly map the entire No. 66 Wutong Road onto the corresponding coordinates.

Since No. 66 Wutong Road could entirely sink towards the Exotic Realm, it indicated that perhaps this house wasn't "fixed" here, which meant this operation should be feasible — as a first attempt at such a bold maneuver, he now only needed to accelerate the process and keep it under his control.

Let's give it a try; maybe it will work.

Yu Sheng opened his eyes and gently turned the handle.

A thick fog enveloped the outside.

...

Deep in the old town, in a shop at the end of Wutong Road, just newly labeled as a "Star Express Pickup Point," the lights were on. Two Special Service Bureau officers in charge of the temporary station had just completed the equipment adjustments when they heard a strange noise coming from one of the machines.

"Wait, what's that noise?" One officer immediately approached the machine. Even though it's common for newly installed and adjusted machines to make strange noises or false alarms, the strict regulations and daily training made him not overlook this small anomaly. He immediately began checking the various data automatically recorded by the device, "… there's nothing wrong, but it seemed to capture a signal just now. Why isn't it in the records?"

The other Special Service Bureau officer also stood up and approached another sensor, preparing to cross-check the data.

And just as he stood up, from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the situation outside through the window.

Outside was the deepest part of Wutong Road, several old houses stood among the narrow alleys. The abandoned old houses were dark, with mottled outer walls lit by street lamps, and the narrow alley was silent.

The young Special Service Bureau officer blinked; in the first few seconds, he didn't even feel anything unusual, merely glanced outside and then continued fiddling with the equipment that had just been installed during the day.

And then, after nearly ten seconds, he jolted, suddenly stopping his actions, as if electrocuted, he jerked his head up, staring at the narrow street and the nearby old houses.

His colleague beside him didn't raise his head: "What's with the sudden fright... help me check this thing..."

"Check, check, check what?!" The young Special Service Bureau officer stared at the window, cold sweat visibly starting to pour from his forehead, "The empty...empty lot out there is gone!!"

"…What?!"

"No. 66 Wutong Road is gone!!"

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