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Jiu'er had only lightly tapped twice without putting her full force into it, and she easily punched a hole through the wall.
At a glance, it was clear that it wasn't a hole one could chisel out of a wall panel.
It was more like a tear in "paper"—
The moment Jiu'er saw that hole, she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.
After a brief lapse of consciousness, the corridor was left in dimness. But it wasn't pitch black... She could even make out the light of the setting sun filtering through from outside the paper.
It was as if the screen of a television had been punched through.
The sea of blood that had just been gushing from the cracks of the door, already halfway submerging her, had disappeared without a trace at some point.
"...What the hell is this?"
Jiu'er turned to look back at the door from which the blood had flowed.
But she froze the next moment.
Because she finally saw what it really was—
Yes, it was indeed a door painted on the wall.
