He had just walked two steps when Wen Kexing came over without giving him time to protest, caught him around the waist and reeled him in. Inwardly griping that this fellow had not gotten his fill of taking advantage of him, Zhou Zishu went to hit him with his elbow, but Wen Kexing hastily said, “Save your energy, if that old glutton fails to successfully tinker with these mechanisms in a while, we still have to count on you to fight.”

Zhou Zishu thought about it and found it reasonable, and he borrowed Wen Kexing's strength to lean against him. Once he let himself relax, he found that his whole body felt like it was about to fall apart, and he nearly failed to catch his next breath.

At this moment, they heard Ye Baiyi say, "All of you, come over here."

The three people followed him into that hole in the wall. Within it, there was something else that had been entirely hidden: On the whole face of a wall, the lines on it numerous and complicated, was a map of the entirety of the Puppet Manor.

Wen Kexing raised his head and looked at it once over, flabbergasted. A while later, he finally spoke, "This…even if you show me this, I can't make head or tail of it."

Zhou Zishu laughed under his breath. “That’s great, me neither.”

Ye Baiyi glanced at them. Finally, for once, he had no words for them. Pointing at Zhang Chengling, he instructed, "You, come with me." Hurriedly, Zhang Chengling followed him, only to see Ye Baiyi fiddle with the wall here and there. He didn’t know what he had tinkered with, but that wall opened up in an instant, revealing the various mechanisms inside that would make people gasp in wonderment.

Zhou Zishu tilted his head back and gazed at it, sighing, "This person who constructed the Puppet Manor is truly an eccentric with outstanding skill.” With Zhang Chengling as Ye Baiyi’s assistant, the old man and the young boy worked and puzzled over it. Finally, after a long period of time, they heard a massive rumbling as the roof opened up and brought a wall along with it, revealing a set of stairs.

The four people climbed it with caution. It was unknown how far they had ventured upwards, but astonishingly, they reemerged back on ground level. There was wind, there was sunlight, and there were plants--it was a small, decent courtyard.

Ye Baiyi said, “This is the actual Puppet Manor.”

Hiis gaze surveyed the surroundings, and he suddenly strode towards a small cabin, which door had been gated with large iron grills. That cabin was located underneath a large tree; gloomy, with its windows and door tightly sealed, it looked like a prison.