C112 Wandering Soul

As the world spun around them, Lu Yu and his companions found themselves in a pitch-black corridor.

"When we first stepped in, I didn't detect any trace of a formation," Fatty Zhang remarked, running his hands along the walls.

The walls were adorned with numerous paintings, many faded and indistinct, yet the images of ferocious ghosts with bared teeth and clawed hands were still discernible