The scene shifts, and when Chen Lan opens his eyes again, he has arrived at an utterly unfamiliar place.
It's shrouded in fog, with nothing visible around, not a single sound.
Just as Chen Lan was about to use his Divine Sense to see where he was, a bell rang out.
"Ring ring ring~"
Chen Lan looked in the direction of the bell sound; there was still a foggy area, but an orange ghostly flame appeared, swaying in the wind, moving towards him.
"Living beings, do not proceed; dead ones, retreat!" A peculiar voice sounded, hoarse as if it was stuck on a thousand-year-old phlegm.
Living beings, do not proceed; dead ones, retreat?
This is rather interesting.
Soon after, Chen Lan clearly saw what it was: an orange flame, but with human facial features, resembling a human head, slowly floating over while intermittently shouting as if warning the surroundings.
