"Am I dreaming?"
"I remember being in a taxi…"
Ma Long rubbed his eyes.
Drenched in alcohol, he staggered aimlessly in the wilderness.
All of a sudden, "ugh," he felt an intense upheaval in his stomach and started vomiting violently on the ground.
An unpleasant smell hit him, nearly causing Ma Long to vomit again.
"Damn!"
"Is this dream so realistic?"
Grumbling, he walked forward and saw a dim light emerging from the darkness ahead.
Looking down, there was a cobblestone path extending from the underbrush at his feet, leading towards the place lit up by the light.
Ma Long walked along the cobblestone path and quickly arrived in front of a manor.
The manor looked exactly like the ancient houses in movies and TV shows, with big red lanterns hanging at the entrance, and the door wide open. Inside, the rooms were visible at a glance.
From the room, a silver-bell-like laughter was heard, with a mesmerizing quality that drew Ma Long involuntarily towards the manor.
