Tap.
The child stopped and raised a hand, pointing forward.
"See? That's the wooden door. Once we deal with it, this will all be over."
Lin Hui followed his finger and looked ahead.
There, amidst the gray-white fog, stood a solitary white wooden door.
The door had a black handle and a rectangular pattern in the center.
The wooden door was already ajar, opened by some unknown person.
Through the gap, a ceaseless stream of blood-red liquid was slowly seeping out from the ground.
"How do we deal with it?"
Lin Hui looked at the child, Xia Si.
"We have to find a way to close the door," the child replied in a low voice.
"Can I just destroy it?" Lin Hui asked.
"You can try. I've just never heard of anyone succeeding. Not since the day I was born," Xia Si shrugged.
Lin Hui nodded, drew his sword, and slowly walked toward the wooden door.
He circled the door once and found that it was completely isolated, with nothing connecting it to its surroundings.
