But could Wu Feng get inside? No. Once Wu Feng opened the door, Wu could instantly leave the woman's body, and that already-mutated woman could instantly kill Wu Feng, who was now practically no different from an ordinary mortal.
Wu Feng couldn't use any magic power. Otherwise, Wu would make a move and capture him.
By then, Wu Feng would die whether he won or lost the game—and it would be the most miserable kind of death.
Therefore, even though he knew Wu was right behind the door, Wu Feng still felt depressed as he searched along the wall for a while. He pulled out a rope and tightly fastened the door latch.
Wu Feng released the rope, and in the end, the woman inside became quiet again.
Wu Feng once more heard Wu's smug voice in his mind.
"Heehee, looks like you're quite cautious. But caution is completely useless. I don't even know how many times I've come out today, yet you haven't identified me even once. Once I stop coming out, you'll never find me."
Wu Feng merely turned around and observed a passage beside the bedroom.
The passage looked pitch-black. Since Wu Feng was now practically an ordinary mortal, he naturally couldn't see a thing.
However, there really was some kind of attraction coming from inside, drawing Wu Feng toward the darkness.
Wu Feng bit his lip and gripped the wooden plank in his hand tightly.
Then Wu Feng let out a long breath and walked into the pitch-black passage.
This should have been the corridor of the house. The dark passage was not very long. After walking for less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Wu Feng reached the end.
At the end was a kitchen.
The kitchen was extremely crude.