Zeng Jun, a person in such a frenzied state, staying in this kind of mental asylum seems quite normal.
At the entrance, Yun Qiuce pressed the doorbell, waiting for someone from the asylum to lead them inside.
However, Yun Qi smelled a different kind of scent, like that of an old house abandoned for a long time, mixed with a faint stench of rot, yet somewhat diluted by the strong floral fragrance in the courtyard, making it extremely peculiar.
But it wasn't strong, and it wasn't a simple foul smell, so even Miao Miao didn't notice, merely thinking the floral scent was too mixed.
Yun Qi pinched a mantra, closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, her pupils were stained with gold, the pale golden light made her eyes clear and bright, like the silent gaze of an ancient Deity.
Under the gaze of such golden eyes, living beings turned into faint shadows, while the inanimate objects protruded, the vision was somewhat distorted.
