While Jiang Beiran was thinking about how powerful the spectral Cultivator was, Lu Yangyu, who was walking in front of him, was getting more and more confident.
The last time he came, he had lost one of his shoes, which was why he was dressed up like this. Now, it seemed that his decision was right. His dressing scared those dirty things.
"Bei Ran, we're almost there."Lu Yangyu, who was walking in front, pointed ahead and shouted.
Jiang Beiran looked in the direction Lu Yangyu was pointing at and saw a faintly discernible wooden house. However, it did look a little sinister, like a haunted house where serial murders had happened several times.
When he got closer to the small wooden house, Jiang Beiran suddenly realized that it did not look like a netherworld, but had a netherworld aura.
This small wooden house was neither broken nor rotten, but it exuded an evil aura that made people very uncomfortable.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Yangyu knocked on the door twice.
