Lin Yi walked to the sixth floor, in front of his "home" door.
Without much hesitation, he directly pushed the door open and entered.
The door wasn't locked, or rather, even if it were, Lin Yi completely ignored it, as if a ghost inside opened the door for him.
The room was cramped and dim.
The radio played opera, occasionally interrupted by static noise.
An old-fashioned wall clock ticked away, and the whole room was suffused with an elusive moldy smell.
This was a classic southern rental room from the 1990s.
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
The clock suddenly chimed, and Lin Yi glanced at the time.
It was exactly six o'clock in the evening.
As the clock chimed, Lin Yi also saw plates of dishes appear on the wooden table in the center of the living room, accompanied by a notification sound in his mind.
[You have entered the Sealed Ghost Nest, currently at the highest difficulty level for this instance, please be careful.]
