For some reason, from the moment he arrived here, Bai Huaiguang had felt an inexplicable connection, as though he shared some strange bond with this building.
This building gave him a very peculiar feeling as well.
"Shriveled, broken, and gray..."
Standing at the entrance and looking into the building's first-floor lobby, Zeng Yiming silently described his first impression.
The excessive dampness made the entire building seem especially desolate. It was as though everything originally here had been invaded by something, all of it covered by an eerie illusion.
Zeng Yiming could not accurately describe what this illusion was, but from the bottom of his heart, he did not want to touch anything in the building. It seemed to carry an aura completely opposed to that of the living.
As the source of the misfortune, everything at the site had naturally been affected more severely.
Xiao Qian Duyue's withering and the release of the misfortune had caused strange distortions in this section of the Real World. Yet these distortions ran deep, rather than being superficial mutations.
With Zeng Yiming's eyesight, he could only see that the building's vitality had completely withered away. Everything was in a state of necrosis and shrouded in an unknown aura.
But Bai Huaiguang glimpsed a deeper core beneath the surface shriveling and ruin, perhaps because of his gray-white eyes.
He saw something seemingly clinging to the dark walls inside the building. It kept flickering in time with his breathing.
Of course, Bai Huaiguang did not think he was the cause.
It could only be said that some substance clung to the building's surface, and that substance seemed to be "alive," breathing at roughly the same rhythm as a human.
Bai Huaiguang turned back and exchanged a glance with Zeng Yiming. They both described what they had