Your Face Carries Original Sin (Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Just find any door and open it."

Peng Jie took his key out from his person: "Better use mine."

The key he pulled out was identical to Fang Cheng's—an old, antiquated style, pitch-black all over, and covered in rust, the kind of thing no one would even bother picking up if they saw it on the ground.

Fang Cheng asked curiously: "Where did you get this key?"

Peng Jie chuckled: "The higher-ups gave it to me."

He held the key and walked toward a locked door nearby, inserting it into the keyhole.

Even though the sizes were completely mismatched, he just slid it in with a casual flick, and it went in easily without the slightest resistance.

With a gentle twist and a push, accompanied by the faint creaking of the door hinges, the entire door swung open.

Behind the door was pitch darkness, yet not entirely dark; one could see a forest filled with trees.

Thick fog permeated the woods, and the withered branches loomed in and out of sight, appearing like a group of clawing monsters under the dim moonlight.

Selina was extremely surprised; she had checked just moments ago, and there was clearly a bedroom behind that door.

She glanced at the window again; it was still broad daylight outside, yet it was the dead of night behind the door.

Fang Cheng was more concerned about the mist in the forest. Could it be the same one currently shrouding Brasov?

If it was, that was undoubtedly bad news.

After the door was opened, the key in Peng Jie's hand turned to ash and vanished.

He turned back to Fang Cheng and said: "Let's go, the door will only stay open for a very short time."

Each door wasn't limited by how many people could enter, but the