A rich floral fragrance rushed over him. Shalu was not someone who loved scents, yet upon catching this fragrance, he could not help taking several deep breaths.
Amid the floral fragrance, Shalu's originally uneasy mood gradually eased.
He opened his eyes, wanting to see where he was.
Before him lay a winding path, and at its end stood an utterly unremarkable wooden cabin.
Yet while the cabin itself looked inconspicuous, the path leading to it made Shalu's heart tremble with fear. On either side of the path stretched endless darkness, as though a road had abruptly sprung forth within the chaotic void.
Against such a backdrop, even the wooden cabin became eerie.
"Where is this?" Shalu took a fearful step back, but the instant his toes touched down, he immediately drew them back. Behind him was also an endless void.
Only the path leading to the wooden cabin offered him solid ground.
Shalu's thoughts churned endlessly. He wanted to know where this was, but no one answered him. Even when he shouted at the top of his lungs, he received no response.
Shalu could only calm himself down.
Enveloped by the rich floral fragrance, Shalu inexplicably felt that his thoughts had become much clearer.
With no one answering him, the only thing he seemed able to do now was explore on his own. But this place was so strange that exploration might well bring danger.
As Shalu hesitated, Angel and Frod's faces surfaced in his mind.
Without a doubt, they must have been the ones who brought him here.
If they wanted him dead, they had countless ways to do it. They should not have gone to such trouble. Since they did not intend to kill him, then throwing him here could not be an inescapable deathtrap.
Since it was