In his dream, he found himself in an extremely strange world.
In this world, he was like a god, floating in the sky and looking down at the world below.
He saw a dilapidated building below. The abandoned equipment and machines were covered in a thick layer of dust.
The sky gradually darkened and the setting sun had dyed the horizon red.
Mu Xichen heard the woman's angry voice.
It was as if she wanted to scream in agony, but no words came, resulting in a frustrated howl.
Mu Xichen looked in the direction of the voice and suddenly shuddered. He observed the scene before him in disbelief.
A burly man was standing in front of a woman.
Her hair was a mess and there were bloodstains, footprints, and palm prints on her snow-white face. It was particularly striking!
