Fu Qingyuan did not expect the cloaked woman to do something like this, she screamed as she fell on her bottom and then turned to look around her but to her surprise, she realised that even though she was in the same alley in which she was standing, she was no longer in the same world anymore.
Mist was swivelling around the entire space as if winter was already here and behind that mist, figures tall and black seemed to be moving. But instead of the sound of footsteps, the sound of something dragging itself on the ground echoed in a silent alley.
A chill crawled up her spine as Fu Qingyuan realised that she was standing in the other dimension. The dimension which belonged to the dead! Her eyes widened in terror as she took a step back and tried to turn around and run away from this place…maybe the mirror was right behind her, as long as she turns around and push herself against the mirror, she will be able to get out of this place.
