The backpack he deliberately placed by the bed before sleeping was gone!
Inside it was the Drama Robe!
"Oh no..." Yang Xiao held his breath, observing his surroundings while using spiritual power to communicate with the robe fragments on his body. To his astonishment, the robe fragments showed no sign of response.
"Someone! Enemy attack!" Yang Xiao shouted in the direction of the door, since there were guards outside, stationed day and night.
But the only response was a deathly silence, no one else, as if he had been abandoned alone in another world.
He looked toward the night lamp not far away, its light carried an indescribable pallor, casting upon the ground like the grayish-white skin of a corpse.
This was an attack, silent yet extremely deadly.
The one who came was incredibly powerful, this place seemed to be a ghostly realm similar to his Mirror World.
He was dragged into this hunting ground by the opponent.
