"Not good!" Fang Lin realized something was amiss, and he directly bit his tongue tip to try to wake up, but his entire consciousness still involuntarily sank, and he could no longer see anything in front of him.
In the critical moment, a hand appeared out of thin air and gently rested on Fang Lin's shoulder.
Fang Lin's body shook, and his consciousness suddenly cleared up, and the view in front of him gradually regained its luminosity.
When Fang Lin turned to look, he saw a unfamiliar face smiling at him, holding a black umbrella in hand.
"The twelfth mural represents the word 'change'. The future holds infinite changes. By shattering this twelfth mural, your consciousness falls into these myriad changes, never able to escape," the umbrella-holder said softly, and then inexplicably disappeared right in front of Fang Lin.
