Wen Yan stared at that line of text, silent for a long time.
He knew that, without noticing, he'd entered a Domain again—must've been that when some Domain unfolded, he just happened to be within its range.
And this Domain could even trigger both of Scorching Sun's passive effects.
Judging by this description, this Domain should be called "Netherworld."
Netherworld...
Wen Yan's expression soured, hoping it wasn't what he was thinking.
He took out his phone and checked it—sure enough, no signal.
He pushed open the door and walked outside. It was dead quiet, and the buildings around him were exactly the same as before—just with a far heavier, colder, more sinister feeling.
He looked up at the sky. Mist shrouded it, but faint, chilly moonlight still filtered down, illuminating everything around in a pale glow.
He stepped out of the room into the lobby—and not a single ghost in sight. All that remained were those weird paper figures standing in the corners and beneath the porch.
