This was a doll art gallery, decorated in a minimalist yet fashionable style, but every detail was extravagantly expensive.
All kinds of dolls filled the view: pretty, adorable girls; mature, seductive women; young men in suits and leather shoes; elderly men leaning on canes.
Shelves along the walls displayed numerous doll-related products. Beneath the spiral staircase were cardboard boxes containing doll base bodies, with some limbs even piled directly atop the boxes.
These dolls were exquisite and elegant, their facial features lifelike, yet they exuded an indescribable eeriness and gloom. They all faced the same direction, their hollow gazes converging on one spot.
If an ordinary person wandered into this doll gallery at night, they would surely wet themselves on the spot.
—A tattered quilt lay spread across the gleaming marble floor.
The quilt was enormous, enough to hold more than a dozen people, covering nearly half the doll art gallery.
Nine human-shaped outlines protruded from beneath the quilt. Fu Qingyang lay in the middle, with Gao Feng to his left and Elder Hongying to his right.
On Gao Feng's side were Lofty Mountains, Flowing Water and A Good Minister Chooses a Lord to Slay, three male Saints. On Elder Hongying's side were Yin Ji, Love of Summer Trees, and Flower Speech, three female Saints.
Fu Qingyang raised his head. The quilt covering his head cast a shadow over his face as his calm gaze swept across the doll art gallery. "Gao Feng, has your lower body recovered?"
The dark, lean Gao Feng raised his head and shook it gravely. "Not yet, but the curse's power is beginning to weaken. Elder Hongying, what about your chest?"
Elder Hongying said coldly, "None of your concern."
The official team had run into a massive crisis. After the ghost city revived, the official