The room was empty, as if no one was there, yet it felt as though it was crowded with people.
Han Fei stood at the doorway, listening to the sound of the Soul Bell overhead, ripples sweeping through his brain.
"Soul-guiding Bell?"
He uttered these three words unconsciously and silently lingered under the bell for a while.
Previously, whenever he entered any room, besides feeling familiar, he also felt a stark murderous intent; the fear was indiscernible—he had died more than once within this building.
But all fears of death strangely disappeared after entering this room, as if this room was the only safe place within the entire Ghost Creature.
"The place where I feel most at peace? Could it be that this room is actually my home?"
Moving his feet, Han Fei entered the room, his gaze sweeping over the old furniture and the Papermen, as hidden memories in his mind seemed to get provoked.
