That wasn't a real door.
It looks more like the shape of a door was forcibly carved into the wall.
The key opened the door.
Behind the door was a pale green expanse, and there seemed to be a shadow that was getting closer and wider, like a corridor gradually taking shape and connecting to the door.
The corridor was ethereal and hazy, stretching into the distant depths where no end could be seen.
Han Yang entered without hesitation.
After he left, the door was about to collapse.
But the next second, Hu Jiu reached out and touched the rickety door.
The door held steady.
At this moment, Han Yang, who had slipped through the door, appeared in a garden.
Colorful flowers bloomed in profusion, but their scent was not sweet; instead, it carried an unsettling, fishy stench, like the smell of rotting corpses mixed with decaying wood.
In the center of the garden stands an old fountain, its jets of water soaring high without splashing. Instead, a series of bubbles rise from the bottom, accompanied by a low hum. A blurry shadow can be vaguely seen moving in the water, sometimes appearing as a grotesque anthropomorphic shape, and sometimes transforming into an indescribable, terrifying form.
The Little Garden was filled with an indescribable eeriness, yet this environment provided Han Yang with a strong sense of security.
He was breathing heavily, his expression constantly changing.
"Damn it, how did things get like this!"
He stumbled and ran towards the fountain, and only after sitting down near the water did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Zhang Shucheng has betrayed us? The China Headquarters has laid a trap for the Eternal Night Organization?"
Han Yang was unwilling to believe what Hu Jiu said; he wanted to find a loophole.
But after a moment, he actually felt that what Hu Jiu said made a lot of sense; otherwise, it would be hard to explain why Hu Jiu had found him the moment he appeared outside Linjiang City.
Moreover, Hu Jiu exposed his scheme. Apart from the inexplicable Black Cloud incident, everything else Hu Jiu predicted was correct.
This looks like there's a mole who tipped them off!
"Now that things have come to this, we can only assume the worst."
As Han Yang pondered, she reached her hand into the fountain pool.
His pale face gradually regained some color, the curses that lingered on his body were washed away one by one, and the blurry shadow underwater also gained a touch of eeriness.
"Damn it, I shouldn't have gone back to China specifically for those little benefits."
Han Yang complained inwardly that the land was full of hidden talents and deep waters, and that Evernight's development was far from smooth, if not full of obstacles and setbacks.
However... it's normal for a great power to have such a foundation.
In an era of Supernatural Revival, India is able to leverage its large population to overtake others.
While Han Yang was thinking, resting, and recovering, he didn't notice that a pair of eyes were carefully observing him from the shadows in a corner of the garden.
For a long time, no other visitors came to the Little Garden, and Han Yang did not contact anyone outside.
At one point, the air suddenly began to move in an abnormal manner.
The sudden drop in temperature instantly swept through the entire garden!
The once vibrant flowers were now covered in frost and snow, and ice shards had mixed into the fountain's water. The garden now seemed to have transformed into a silver-clad ice cellar.
Han Yang jumped up abruptly, her heart pounding wildly, a strong sense of fear suddenly surging into her heart.
Hu Jiu has caught up with us!
But how could that be?
The Little Garden is a small, Supernatural place under the control of Evernight. Its defenses and secrecy are extremely high; even members of the organization must use special methods to enter. How could outsiders possibly barge in?
Han Yang warily looked around. "Who is it? Come out now, stop playing tricks in the shadows!"
All he received in return was the harshness of the wind and the frost of snow.
The terrifyingly low temperature brought not only cold, but Han Yang also felt that the Supernatural power within her body was becoming sluggish, and even her thoughts and consciousness were being frozen little by little.
He knew he had to escape as soon as possible, or the consequences would be unimaginable!
Extend your right hand and turn the key with your index finger again.
Once the door and passage appeared, he went inside without hesitation.
As for whether the Little Garden will be destroyed?
That doesn't matter, my own life is the most important thing!
Hu Jiu followed Han Yang at a leisurely pace.
Behind them, frost and snow continued to rage.
The Supernatural door that Han Yang opened this time led directly to a densely populated city.
The two walked one after the other through the bustling crowd.
They stood out because most of the other people on the street were white.
Did they come directly abroad?
That makes sense. Evernight is an international organization. Han Yang might have escaped to his old base and is trying to call for help.
As they turned a corner, Hu Jiu's face suddenly blurred for a moment.
The next second, he was parading around town with someone else's face on his person.
The shadows beneath my feet swayed, and every few steps, something would appear on the path—a pitch-black Ghost-Attracting Talisman.
Chaos ensued.
"Oh my god..."
Screams erupted one after another.
They saw... a clown.
A terrifying clown.
His face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of foundation, like Zombie that had just crawled out of a grave. His eyes were sunken and bloodshot, gleaming with a greenish light. His lips and nose were painted an exaggerated bright red, and the corners of his mouth were turned up, revealing a creepy grin.
His old clown costume was faded, stained, and torn. Buttons were missing, leaving only frayed threads swaying in the wind.
The clown wore long, thin gloves with sharp, curved fingertips, as if he could pounce on his prey at any moment.
Influenced by the local culture, people initially thought that clowns were just some kind of performance art.
Until the clown viciously grabbed a passerby.
The passerby angrily berated him, but a few seconds later, he could no longer make a sound, because his face was covered in clown paint, and he had become a new clown.
Like a virus multiplying and multiplying, more and more clowns are roaming the streets, spreading Supernatural pollution and drawing more people into this endless feast of horror.
Panicked people fled in all directions.
The streets were filled with a strangely eerie atmosphere of terror.
"Help me!"
A young couple, while fleeing, accidentally fell beside Hu Jiu. They were so frightened that their legs were shaking and they couldn't stand up, so they had no choice but to ask Hu Jiu for help.
Even when they fell, the two held each other tightly, never leaving each other's side.
Hu Jiu was slightly envious of their beautiful love, so he took pity on them and granted them the privilege of being together forever, through thick and thin.
The young couple turned into ice sculptures and sank into the ground; their love became eternal in that moment.
"Excellent, excellent, another good deed done today~" Hu Jiu continued to follow Han Yang with a compassionate expression on his face.
Han Yang had clearly noticed the chaos behind him. Looking at the hordes of clowns, a chill ran down his spine, and a deeply ominous premonition welled up within him...