The self-built houses in Cambodia were fairly simple, much like the self-built rural homes back in China. Of course, they were more like the ones from around the year 2000.
Upstairs was a long corridor, with windows on one side and rooms on the other. There were six rooms in total at the end of the corridor. The corridor was fairly wide, about one and a half meters across, and for some reason, the windows along one side were all rather small. Very little moonlight entered the corridor, perhaps to keep outsiders from seeing what was inside.
Every room had a wooden door, so Chen Mo pushed open the first one to take a look. Ever since he had encountered that jade artifact capable of blocking Spiritual Sense, he had become somewhat distrustful of it whenever he examined things. He always wanted to see with his own eyes first, and it had now become an unconscious habit.
Of course, he merely pushed open the door and looked in from the doorway. The room was a large open space, and he could see all the way to the back at a glance. His Spiritual Sense continued scanning as well, covering not only the upper floor but also Bai Xiaotian downstairs.
Whether Bai Xiaotian could find the hidden door was also a test. If he failed to find it, then this fellow's assessment would be a failing grade.
But a test was a test; he could not let Bai Xiaotian trigger the trap. Otherwise, Chen Mo would have to make another hasty escape.
There was not much on the second floor, but it was still worth coming up.
Leaving aside the several distinctive antiques in the Study Room and bedroom, the stacks of US dollars in the safe alone made Chen Mo