The dormitory in front of him was about ten or more square meters in size, with windows sealed and covered in old newspapers, allowing no light to penetrate.
The walls showed a large amount of weathering and peeling, with uneven cement flooring and four green bunk beds stacked on top of each other. There was no air conditioning, only an electric fan.
Judging from the cosmetics and small items placed on the table and in front of the window, it seemed to be a girls' dormitory.
The room was filthy, eroded by the passage of time, as if returning to a decade ago.
"Why are we…" He felt the strength in his arm tighten, and the girl's voice trembled slightly, "I don't recognize this place."
"Don't find it strange," Cen Dongsheng said. "In the Ghost House, anything is possible."
"Ah?"
"Phenomena of spatial chaos, the passage of external time… all could be replicated within the Ghost House."
Though he said this, Cen Dongsheng's eyes carried a hint of heaviness.
Space Manipulation?
