Zhan Moxiao carried Ou Lan down from the plane; Li Dan was already waiting respectfully outside the cabin, his expression very grave.
Li Dan raised his hand to press the remote, and a door, blending with the mountain, opened. Liu Feng went in first and soon disappeared.
Li Dan still stood respectfully by Zhan Moxiao's side.
Ou Lan wanted to ask Zhan Moxiao something more, but she was suddenly stunned by the scene in front of her.
The entrance that she and Zhan Lingtao had been desperately searching for was here, and it was so ingeniously hidden.
At this moment, she could be even more certain that this was not a place for hiding treasures, it resembled the entrance to Hell; the moment the door opened, it made one shudder with a foreboding chill and a sense of deadly terror.
After all, she was a nineteen-year-old girl who had never experienced real hardships, and although lively and even arrogant at times, she was scared now.
