At this moment, Cheng Luo, was in a daze. When she came to, she found herself lying on a flat stone slab. The clothes she was wearing had been changed into a dress that clearly belonged to the women of the Irel Ancient Country, simple yet beautiful. However, it made Cheng Luo feel cold all over, her heart filled with fear. Professor Wu and the others were all gone, and the surroundings were cold and deathly still.
"Child, why did you come back..." An old voice rang out, full of the vicissitudes of life, weariness, and self-reproach.
"Who? Who's speaking?" Cheng Luo stood up.
"I've been telling you to go back. Why did you still come?" The old voice rang out again.
"Who? Who's speaking?" Cheng Luo looked around. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten her fear. The old voice felt very familiar, though she'd never heard it before. It was really strange.
