He had already discovered that there was a problem here, and it was a very big problem.
However, he still did not know the exact situation.
He thought for a moment, took a bite of his thigh, and swaggered to the wooden house.
"Is this the door that's making the creaking sound?" The door wasn't closed, and through the crack, he could see that it was a little dark inside. The things inside were very similar to the wooden house from before.
The wooden door had the same black handprint.
He wanted to push the wooden door open, but his hands were busy. He raised his leg and kicked it. The wooden door flew and hit the wall of the house.
"What the hell is this?"
The room was very quiet, and nothing had changed. He walked in and looked around. Other than the eight-seater table in front of him and a bed on his right, there was nothing else.
Gulu!
