The System Robbed Me!

The desolate house's front door was no longer sealed by any restrictions. It swung open with a push.

Beyond it lay the same desolation as before. Not a single flower or blade of grass grew there, and the distance was swallowed by dense fog.

In front of the dense fog stood a hunched old man in a black robe, leaning on a cane. He didn't move, as silent as a divine statue fallen into the mortal world.

The hem of his black robe seemed to blend into the depths of the fog, taking root in the roiling void. Flecks of ash-like fluff drifted down from the sky, settling on the old man's shoulders like snow.

The old wooden door creaked, and several people came out.

Yu Xing carried the unconscious Zhao Yijiu on his back. He stood a few steps away from Lingren, while Yiqing floated behind them without touching the ground. They stared across at the old man.

"Things always end in ways no one could have predicted." The old man's voice sounded a little less solemn and imposing than before. He raised his deeply lined face and gazed at the desolate house's door.

Everyone turned around, only then noticing dried bloodstains on either side of the doorway. Wood splinters had also shaken loose from the wall.

"The desolate house was meant to give you three days, but it couldn't last that long." The old man sighed faintly. He glanced at Yu Xing, then continued, "An unexpected visitor disrupted the balance—and the rules."

"The original test is no longer necessary. Since things have come to this, we'll end it here."

He turned around. The dense fog billowed apart, revealing a path that stretched into the night. The drifting mist looked like countless twisted gray tentacles, reaching and clawing.

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