A forest path.
Dark and mysterious.
As several people walked through it, they felt as though they had been abandoned deep in the mountains.
They had only gone a short distance.
Then they looked back.
The rear door of the Ancient Temple had already vanished.
The winding path stretched to the edge of their vision both ahead and behind them. Other than that, there was nothing else.
There was no end.
No beginning.
And no destination.
A light rain began to fall from the sky. Carried by the wind, it struck the Ghost Domain of the Youluo Umbrella, raising faint ripples. An inexplicable stench of blood mixed into the rainwater.
It was as though the rain had soaked through corpses. The disgust it evoked was impossible to describe.
"Even the Ghost Domain can't completely block it out?" Gao Jie's expression turned serious.
Soon.
An old-fashioned wardrobe appeared beside the path ahead.
Two meters tall.
Three meters wide.
It had a wooden structure, but not many exquisite carvings.
It was probably a piece of furniture from the homes of well-off commoners in the old days. Poor families would not have made such a large cabinet, while wealthy families would have added decorative carvings.
A cabinet like this.
Nowadays, aside from having a little sentimental value, it was not worth much money.
Not every old object was valuable.
The valuable antiques had already been worth a great deal in the era when they were made.
However.
This was obviously not the time to discuss antiques.
For a wardrobe to appear in a place like this, it clearly could not be an ordinary object. It was most likely connected to the supernatural.
The group immediately grew tense.
As they continued forward, they stared fixedly at the wardrobe.
It was not placed on the