"Is anyone there?" Li Huowang shouted, his voice echoing endlessly in the vast emptiness.
Confused, he looked around and found himself standing on a wooden bridge, surrounded by nothing but pitch-black darkness in every direction. Li Huowang took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and continued forward. The wooden bridge beneath him creaked with every step.
He didn't know how long he had walked when he sensed something moving in the distance. Li Huowang's body jolted, and he hurried toward it.
But when he finally got close enough to see what it was, his body froze—it was Li Zhi's Household Deity.
The clay figurine that had once been the size of a palm was now three times bigger than Li Huowang himself. Accompanied by the grinding sound of stone against stone, it slowly turned its head toward him. Its pupils were completely white, devoid of any black, and terrifyingly blank.
This isn't a wooden bridge! I'm standing on someone's house beam! Li Huowang realized at once.
