"Blackey"
Zhao Luo called out the name of his other sword.
'No Response.'
Zhao Luo looked dejected.
'Was all that indeed a dream?'
Zhao Luo questioned with the answer was in front of him but just that wasn't enough.
He wasn't willing to accept this kind of reality.
Zhao Luo looked around the room and found it is the same as the one he had booked.
That is, the one Zhao Luo had when he had traveled to Japan.
Zhao Luo hurriedly left the room.
After a moment, as he left the hotel, he found the same guard out there to whom he had told his legendary tale.
"No way."
Zhao Luo was still shaking his head.
In his mind, he wasn't ready to accept this truth.
Zhao Luo wanted to know how much of his memory was a dream thus he rushed towards the place where the haunted building was.
A few minutes later.
"Huff."
"Huff."
Zhao Luo found it hard to breathe as he stood outside a building.
