Ou Mucen was violently shaken, and instinctively touched his face, a sense of creeping unease welled up from his heart.
No, this is impossible, it must be that person who drew the painting, sketching recklessly at the time.
He told himself this, and wanted to leave immediately. However, at that moment, a voice suddenly echoed in the brightly lit secret room: "You've finally arrived…"
Ou Mucen: "..."
It felt like something had hit his mind hard, and he quickly turned around, staring pale-faced at the back.
He wasn't a timid person; even when he had found Gu Qingcheng in the crypt, he hadn't been scared.
But now, having seen that painting, seeing half a face that resembled his own, he suddenly felt a little fearful for reasons unknown.
This was a situation he had never encountered before.
Looking behind him, truly, he saw a figure appearing in the light, but it was only a transparent shadow, without any physical form, as if it were merely a projection from a projector.
"You—"
