The chill in the cellar was incredibly dense, and Zhao Yang held his breath and focused, slowly searching forward.
This wine cellar was a cave-style cellar, covering an area of roughly a thousand square meters.
After taking about ten steps, Zhao Yang had a thought, turned around, and shone his flashlight, only to discover that the ladder he had descended was no longer visible.
The beam of the flashlight illuminated only pitch darkness.
Zhao Yang was puzzled, but he could only muster his courage and continue onward.
This cellar was too damn eerie, and Zhao Yang's curiosity was piqued; he was determined to figure out what was going on here.
Before descending, Zhao Yang had guessed that there were ghosts below, but he wasn't too certain about how formidable the ghost was.
After walking for a while, Zhao Yang's flashlight suddenly lit upon a few sporadic jars of wine.
Upon closer inspection, he realized these were the oldest batches from the cellar.
