Before him was a corridor resembling a dilapidated prison, with black bricks stacked upon each other to form slightly peculiar walls.
In the shadowy corner, a brightly colored spider lay in ambush, seemingly waiting for nonexistent prey to deliver itself to its door.
Qian Jiangyue took a step forward.
There was no lethal trap, nor any sudden burst of a devil. Nothing happened.
Even so, every step Qian Jiangyue took afterward was still cautious.
"I've been walking for so long, but I still can't recall anything. For instance, how I arrived here, and the situation before I pushed open the door."
"There's no pain in the back of my head, and my body doesn't feel dull either. With my memory, it's impossible to forget this, unless... I voluntarily did."
Qian Jiangyue stopped.
"In other words, this place is similar to a dream."
"If this is a dream, once I realize it, I should be able to wake up successfully. But it didn't happen…"
At this point, Qian Jiangyue chuckled.
