Feng Ling'er and her group hurried to the outside of the Wang Family Manor, precisely where Duan Yun had previously drilled a hole.
However, Feng Ling'er was visibly stunned because that hole had disappeared.
Such a big hole, how could it have vanished?
At this moment, Leng Yimeng and Leng Yixue simultaneously closed their eyes, took a deep breath, like obsessed women sniffing the underwear of their beloved.
Then, they opened their eyes simultaneously and ran towards the poplar forest next to them.
This season, the poplar trees had not yet grown new leaves, bare and smooth like the irreversible bald heads of middle-aged men.
Yet, the fallen leaves piled on the ground were quite thick, like the hair that fell when middle-aged men with hair shampooed.
But at this moment, these "fallen hairs" were tumbling.
A pitch-black entrance was swaying there, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, with an unpredictable trajectory.
