Five people entered the wooden house, and nobody spoke; everyone was preoccupied with their thoughts.
Qian Cangyi harbored a bad premonition, incredibly strong yet elusive like smoke. The moment he tried to grasp it tightly in his hand, the sense of danger slipped through his fingers.
The Dark Moon Period was gradually approaching.
Eventually, total darkness enveloped everything around, where one couldn't see their own hands in front of them, with not a sliver of light visible.
The familiar cold touch once again transmitted from his palm. Even after experiencing it once before, Qian Cangyi was still very afraid, deep down he had no desire to confront it.
The Dark Moon Period arrived quickly and left just as swiftly.
Bright light returned to the interior of the wooden house.
"Please, not the Corpse Card, not the Corpse Card, not the Corpse Card!" Ning Yang shouted with his eyes closed.
"Ning Yang, your body, it's starting to decay!" Qian Jiangyue shouted in feigned surprise.
