Looking at the black iron door that had slammed shut, Xiao Sun was ravaged by a complicated cocktail of feelings. He did not expect things to develop this way; all he did was just to try to move the mirror a little bit.
"I really hope nothing bad will happen to the visitors that went inside." Xiao Sun was very worried that the red high heels might accidentally kill the visitors. "I have no idea whether Brother Chen is inside this haunted house or not, so who should I find when this kind of accident happens? That actor brother known as Wu Jinpeng feels like a nice guy. Perhaps he will be able to help me."
Xiao Sun was about to turn back and run back to the house where Wu Jinpeng was, but he hesitated for a moment. He turned to grab the handle of the iron door. "Should I try to keep the door open? If the visitors are lucky enough, they might have a one percent chance of coming back the way they came."
