Feng Xinghan looked at the still tightly closed door in front of him and suddenly felt a dry mouth and tongue.
Hallucination? Everything that happened just now was real enough to be terrifying. Feng Xinghan subconsciously touched his neck, and a slight stinging sensation was transmitted.
This... not all hallucination...
No, even if Fog Gathering deems him negative, he doesn't want to enter this room again!
That was a warning, a blatant warning!
If he still charges in with a reckless attitude, he's afraid it's nine deaths and one life.
What exactly is hidden in this room, Feng Xinghan no longer wants to think about this question.
But... just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard... the sound of water.
"Drip... drip..."
A drop of water slid down from the ceiling, shattering on the floor.
Feng Xinghan was taken aback, then a strong fear surged up from the bottom of his heart!
Something's wrong... something's not right!
"Tap... tap..."
