Though it was clearly an old house, it was neat and tidy.
The setting sun streamed through the window into the living room, bathing everything in gold. It looked quiet and peaceful.
Not a bad place to live. But why did something about it feel so strange?
As Fu Qian studied the scene before him, he muttered to himself and tried to figure out what felt out of place.
He soon realized why: the furniture and appliances were all too new.
People rarely replaced every appliance in their home all at once.
Most likely, the place had just been cleaned up and put on the rental market, and he hadn't lived here long.
Mulling over the possibilities, Fu Qian walked through the open door.
He had to go inside, one way or another. Otherwise, he wouldn't complete the mission, and all his effort would be for nothing.
But the next instant, he felt himself go weightless. The ground vanished beneath his feet, and his body plummeted uncontrollably.
The floor had collapsed. He was falling.
In that instant, Fu Qian quickly grasped what was happening and immediately reached out with both hands, trying to grab something on either side.
His hands closed on empty air. The collapse had spread over too large an area; there was nothing he could use to break his fall.
Realizing this, Fu Qian shifted his center of gravity and bent his knees slightly.
A little over a second later, he hit the ground hard. He thought he heard his knees cry out in protest.
Thanks to his quick adjustment, the impact was severe, but he managed to stay upright.
At the same time, a sharp pain shot up from his feet.
Fu Qian looked down and saw a metal mesh spread across the floor, covered in