As Malin moved forward, singing gradually began to resonate... no, you couldn't quite call it singing, as it was more like a prolonged whispering. Sostack and the others couldn't hear it, as it was the soul's whisper, and the words on the walls gradually increased. These words were all completely different from each other, and Malin didn't know who had written them.
However, he could understand Thainan script.
· Where is this place.
· So lonely.
The individual who left these words was quite peculiar, consistently repeating these two sentences. In the end, only Thainan script remained in the corridor.
And this corridor reached its end, with Malin standing at the exit looking at the hall ahead—a hall with electricity, where a small child lay at the center of a pile of skeletons.
