A chill swept through the room, carrying a faint fragrance.
Ji Yan stepped into the entryway. The living room was bathed in hazy light and shadow, the floor-to-ceiling windows stood open, and the curtains fluttered loudly as gusts of wind blew inside.
Creak—creak—
Beside the sofa, a rattan chair lying on its side rocked back and forth. A graceful figure in a white gauze dress lay atop it, holding a palm-leaf fan as she rested quietly. Her smooth black hair cascaded through the air like a waterfall.
This scene was exactly the same as before.
A picture like moonlight—
But in the blink of an eye, the White Clad Eerie Shadow on the rattan chair vanished, as though it had only been an illusion.
When Ji Yan turned around, the White Clad Eerie Shadow stood behind him.
Her toes touched the ground while her heels were raised, her hands hung at her sides. As she lifted her head, her long black hair parted, revealing a pale, horrifying face staring coldly at Ji Yan. "Little brother, did you take the wrong path?"
"This isn't a room you're allowed to enter."
Clearly, the eerie before him was not Xu Xin.
Ji Yan shook his head in disappointment and raised a hand.
Borrowing the finger bone of [Nameless Eerie], he flicked her forehead.
Under the burst of terrifying eerie power, the white-clothed eerie's head exploded into a cloud of bloody mist, and her headless body toppled stiffly to the floor.
"As expected, players who enter a [Time Dungeon] won't appear behind those [Doors]."
"Or rather, two versions of me can't exist behind the same [Door] at once."
"Otherwise, it would probably break the paradox rules of the [Time Dungeon]..."
Muttering to himself, Ji Yan turned and left the room. Strands of electric arcs