The old house has been disrepaired for a long time, and the door frame has almost completely decayed. Two shaky door panels have fallen on the rusty door shaft, and fine dust and wood chips have fallen from the door frame on the top.

Wen Chen looked up and pushed open the wooden door.

A hoarse and dying moan came from the broken door panel, and then slowly opened to both sides, revealing the scene outside the old house.

The countdown was a light blue above the head, and the last seconds were silent and slowly backing back, as if you could hear the passage of time.

More than twenty minutes left.

Outside the old house is a deserted and empty space, which perfectly surrounds the gloomy house like a circle of decorations.

Outside the open space was a darkness that was so rich that it could not be dissolved, as if it could swallow all the light, surrounding the entire open space floating in it dangerously and silently.

There was a dead silence around me, and I could not hear anything except the sound of stepping on dry soil under my feet.

Every time Wen Chen took a step forward, his face turned pale.

He turned his face slightly, as if he was avoiding Mo Yi's gaze, who was walking a few steps behind him.

The two stopped at the junction of darkness and the ground. The darkness in front of them slowly changed as if it would flow, and it looked like a fog condensed into a solid.

Wen Chen raised his hand, and every move he made was visible to the naked eye, as if a huge weight was pulling him.

He gritted his teeth and moved his fingers gently.
Chapter completed!