"Help me, help me..."
The thorny skin carpet howled in agony, struggling madly to stand up, while countless voices snarled at once, "Why is it you? It's me, it's me! You ate me, I ate you..."
With these insane shouts, the bone floor slowly revealed a series of skulls appearing, their mouths opening and closing, seemingly shouting something.
Among them, one skull looked somewhat familiar. After examining it closely, Zhao Sheng was shocked: "This… is actually... the Jade Skull!"
With a clatter,
a painting frame suddenly fell from the wall to the floor, its painted side facing up, and the eyes of the portrait within rolled around, faintly revealing fear and beseeching.
Zhao Sheng's gaze fell upon it, growing increasingly familiar. For some reason, he suddenly thought of another Great Venerable—Paper Child.
Everything in front of him was absurd and eerie, bizarre yet seeming strangely reasonable.
But...
