The waters rippled around the door, spreading across the corners. A melody echoed around them. It was almost as if they had entered a dreamscape.
Meng Yang was dumbfounded. He stared at the door, unable to speak.
Was this magic?
What was going on?
He had never seen such a fantasizing thing at school. In fact, he had never believed there were any ghosts and gods in his world. However, this very happening made him want to believe in the supernatural.
Yu Chen pressed the illusory door.
After a few seconds had passed, there was still no response. The door was not opened from the inside.
Meng Yang shivered.
He couldn't help but feel a pair of cold and dead eyes watching from behind them. It was like a dozen tiny ants had crawled up his skin, and he swallowed.
What was this feeling?
It was strange!
