"You're here!"
Just these short three words make Lin Yi feel a shiver run down his spine when he recalls them now.
It's like a summons from Death itself, a fear that rises up from the heart, completely beyond Lin Yi's control.
If this weren't a game, Lin Yi would have definitely turned around and run without any hesitation—it's terrifying as hell.
At this moment, the passageway only had a single torch emitting a faint glow, and Lin Yi could only cautiously head towards the end of the passage.
After walking nearly fifty meters, Lin Yi saw an old, decaying wooden door in front of him.
It's hard to imagine such a cobweb-covered, partially rotting door appearing in the pristine and shiny City Lord's Mansion.
Is it because there's no money to replace it with a better one?
I suppose anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't think that, right?
But Lin Yi's purpose here isn't to do 'archaeology'.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, Lin Yi trembled as he knocked on the door twice:
