The moment the heavy iron gate slammed shut, the pitch-black room instantly turned into an icy abyss.
Coldness seeped into Chi Yu's body from every direction, freezing her to the point where her face turned ashen, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, emitting a faint grinding sound.
Even though it was the dead of winter, Chi Yu had entered wearing a thick down jacket, and initially, she didn't feel cold at all.
This sudden chill, however, felt as though the room had been dragged into another dimension.
Perhaps...hell?
Chi Yu, her mind muddled from the cold, vaguely entertained such thoughts.
Wang Ming'an's chanting drifted in and out, sometimes so close it was as if it were right in her ear, and at other times, it sounded distant, like an echo from the heavens.
Her limbs had become stiff from the cold, her gaze met nothing but darkness.
She distinctly remembered that Wang Ming'an had lit two candles on the altar.
