Lu Qing glanced at the lock and whispered, "I'll pick it."
"Can you do it?" Zhao Yuan asked.
Lu Qing said confidently, "Rest assured. Opening an old-fashioned lock like this is simple."
"Alright, go ahead." Zhao Yuan nodded, his left hand gripping a Fearless Pearl and his right clutching an Exorcism Talisman.
Hao Li carried a small wooden case on his back. He now set it down, took out a Bone-Cutting Saber, and stood guard with intense focus. Ying Ji drew her Bone Blade, ready to cast a Curse at a moment's notice. Unfortunately, since it was broad daylight, she hadn't brought her Corpse Puppet.
Lu Qing took a Fine Iron Stake from her pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and fiddled for a few moments. With a soft CLICK, the lock sprang open.
After drawing her pistol, Lu Qing turned and gave a hand signal to Zhao Yuan and the other two, then abruptly shoved the door open.
