The shadowy voice was hoarse and hollow, carrying a trace of an intoxicating allure as it reached everyone's ears.
Besides the shadow, there were twelve people in the hall.
However, Baiyu remembered that the old man had gathered at least sixteen or seventeen people from various places. The missing few had eerily vanished without a trace...
No.
It shouldn't be death, but disappearance.
They had already disappeared before entering the castle.
Vanished into the black mist in the air.
And the reason was certainly due to stepping outside the range of the old man's lantern.
The dangers of the Spirit Realm were far more terrifying than Baiyu had imagined.
Now that they had entered this castle, it was likely impractical to leave hastily; they could only listen to what the shadow wished to do.
The rest of the people clearly shared the same thought, eyes fixed on the shadow.
The shadow didn't keep them in suspense.
