Inside Wushan Mansion.

Zhang Rongfang walked unhurriedly in the direction of the sound. He walked through the neighborhood and passed through a large number of deserted residential houses.

Then we came to a white two-story building that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

The buildings here seem to have a certain special style.

Between the floors, in the middle, there is a fence that is shaped like a crescent moon.

There is an incense burner as tall as one person on the top of the building. There are densely packed people standing on the incense burner.

Black flying bird.

The eyes of these flying birds are all blood red, which is a bit weird. They stand together without making a sound, like sesame seeds scattered on the ground.

"Come"

The sound came from this building.

Zhang Rongfang looked up at the door number outside the building.

On the right side of the entrance, there is an iron sign with a solid dark blue butterfly fixed on it with iron nails.

Written in spiritual script below: Wishes.

"Here" Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly returned to clarity.

He felt a chill all over his body, feeling that the temperature around him was completely different from that of the entire Wushan Mansion.

He clearly remembered that the temperature at home before was no more than 30 degrees, but now

at this moment

The temperature here actually makes him feel cold

He took a step back and had no idea when and how he got here.

He didn't remember that there was such a house next to his home.

He clearly felt that when he first went out, his pace was not fast, but now

Zhang Rongfang took two steps back and looked around.

Both sides of this wish house are shrouded in white mist.

Only from a distance can you vaguely see the same house structure on both sides.

"Here" Zhang Rongfang felt a little uneasy.

Immediately close your eyes and open them quickly.

The expected attribute column suddenly appeared.

What made his heart tremble was...

In the attribute bar, the intuitive warning that had been silent for a long time appeared again.

Intuitive warning: Something is approaching

There was not much in the warning, but the writing had turned completely blood red, as if it might bleed at any time.

‘It’s troublesome’ Zhang Rongfang quickly calmed down.

If I had known earlier, improving my literary skills would improve my perceptual acuity and I would directly connect to

When exposed to such trouble, he might not improve so much so early. 2

But it's too late to regret now

Since the perfection of divine refining is Master Yue’s requirement from the beginning, it means that this realm must

There must be something special about it.

'Is it a human or a ghost? Let's see!'

Zhang Rongfang raised his head, slowly placed his hands on the door of the building, and pushed it gently.

squeak

The metal courtyard door was slowly pushed open and slid to both sides, like open black hollow wings.

Zhang Rongfang strode into the courtyard.

The courtyard was empty, with no decorations.

But there are all kinds of dead butterflies everywhere on the ground. 1 These butterflies are all one color - blue.

As clear and blue as the sky.

squeak.

The main door of the building was also unlocked and Zhang Rongfang gently pushed it open.

Inside is a large misty white spider web.

The thick cobwebs were like white gauze, almost covering and submerging the entire hall.

Through the gaps in the spider web, Zhang Rongfang could vaguely see a woman in a white dress standing at the deepest wooden staircase.

She was wearing a palace dress with a very thin waist, her hands were folded on her abdomen, her face was as white as pink, and she was smiling.

The long black hair is neatly combed and tied up, giving people a dignified and elegant temperament.

Through the layers of spider webs, the woman smiled at Zhang Rongfang from a distance.

"Come"

She opened her mouth slightly and made a sound.

Hee hee hee.

Suddenly, a faint chuckle passed behind Zhang Rongfang.

He looked back suddenly. There was nothing behind him.

Then he quickly turned back and looked in the direction of the woman.

There is nothing left at the wooden ladder.

Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, picked up a broken chair leg from the ground, knocked off the cobwebs, and moved forward.

There are still large pieces of white ash on the construction net, slowly dispersing and fluttering with the waving reverse airflow.

The air also became foggy.

Soon, he came to the wooden ladder and looked up.

The woman was at the top of the stairs on the second floor, with her back to him, walking step by step towards the depths of the second floor.

Zhang Rongfang quickly went upstairs, blinked, turned over and caught up.

In the small hall on the second floor, there are clocks on the ground with constantly rotating hands.

These clocks look as if they are many years old. They are all black and brown.

It rotates and makes a rusty sound from time to time.

The woman in the white dress stood at the deepest part of the clock, leaning against the window, smiling at him from a distance.

"Come"?? She said softly.

"Who are you!?" Zhang Rongfang didn't come any closer.

It's not that he doesn't want to.

But he felt something was wrong.

At this time, the intuitive warning on the attribute bar has turned into a dark blood color that is about to solidify. The writing is still the same line of writing, unchanged, but there is a trace of creepy atmosphere.

It made Zhang Rongfang's whole body become colder and colder.

"Come" the woman smiled at him again.

"What did you want to do when you brought me here?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

He believed that the other party would not lead him here for no reason.

"Aren't you coming over?" The woman's words finally changed. "What is your purpose? Where is this place?" Zhang Rong was as calm as water, staring at the other party.

"You don't come over"

"Then I'll come over!

Suddenly, the female voice sounded from behind Zhang Rongfang.

The woman in the white dress in his field of vision disappeared instantly, but behind him, a chilling chill suddenly came from behind.

Without thinking, Zhang Rongfang slapped him backwards with his backhand.

Just before he hit anything.

Pieces of hazy white cobwebs fell from above overwhelmingly, completely enveloping him in them.

Strong sleepiness came over him.
To be continued...