"Another pentagram."
Du Wei's voice conveyed confusion, and at this moment, he was facing a wall.
On that wall, there was an imprint of a pentagram.
It was not the doing of the Veda Sect.
Rather, it had some relationship with Satan.
In the church's records, the pentagram and the number 6 are often used to refer to Satan.
Before, Du Wei had seen a few pentagrams, but not many, yet now one was in the sewers.
"If Satan really existed, he probably wouldn't like it here."
Du Wei greatly detested the stench of the sewers.
However.
What kept him here was not the pentagram but the black mist that vanished upon reaching this spot.
He placed his hand against the wall.
Du Wei felt nothing.
Neither coldness nor any peculiar texture.
On the contrary, the pentagram, due to its excessive age, discolored at a touch, staining his palm.
Du Wei dusted off his hand and frowned, "It looks like you've slipped behind this wall."
"But what lies behind the wall?"
"Is it you?"
