The further they went down, the entire white wall was buried in darkness. This place hardly ever saw sunlight, damp spots of mold attracted insects and ants. The elder pushed open a slightly dilapidated wooden door, a sliver of light pierced the darkness, only to be immediately blocked.
After pouring some cold water from the bucket, a few drops of blue liquid on the ground, the elder wiped his own body, layers of his exposed skin peeled off like a transparent film, dissolving into nothing in the water.
After applying some lotion, Xiao Lin lay comfortably on the bed, closing his eyes. In his mind, he swiftly recalled the scenes before and after at the candle shop, then sat up from the bed, opened the small electronic notepad, on which a small red dot appeared, moving.
