Li Yan took a few steps before suddenly leaping backward, then stood still, looking somewhat baffled.
"No matter which direction I go, I get closer to that door."
Li Yan inwardly sighed with headache.
Inside the house, men and women, old and young, stared at Li Yan, their faces emotionless beneath their deathly pallor makeup.
Li Yan stood still, but the door seemed to move closer and closer as if a strange mouth was lunging at him.
Without panicking, Li Yan withdrew his hand from the Ring Dragon Sword and stepped towards the door.
Crossing the threshold, he found himself in a different world.
A three-story building with red-lacquered columns, yellow and blue carved beams decorated with Copper Coins and pagodas, and blindingly bright light bulbs were used outside; Li Yan turned his head to see a white air conditioning unit hanging on the wall.
