The fortune-teller suddenly changed the subject, asking Gu Mian: "Didn't you find any people or ghosts inside?"
Standing at the edge of the cave, Gu Mian looked up: "No, not a single human hair."
From his position, he couldn't see the three people directly above him, only the Inverted City suspended above the deep pit.
Looking up from below, the mouth of the pit appeared like a well opening, while the Inverted City resembled a huge pixelated cloud aggressively pressing the sky to the edge of the well. The sky seemed squeezed into the shape of a curved blade, and Gu Mian felt like he had become the frog gazing at the sky from the bottom of the well.
"That's odd. What was the face I saw just now? People and ghosts can't just suddenly vanish, right?" The fortune-teller mumbled from above, "Plus, Xiao Qiao also said there was someone below."
Suddenly, Gu Mian realized something: "No, there's one area I haven't checked."
Above.
He hadn't observed the top of the cave.
