This is a pitch-black door, etched with various strange patterns, as if hiding some secrets.
Liu Yichen stood in front of the door, watching quietly for a while. He had already forgotten the fragrance emitted from the door, instead he recalled the carved door in Zhou Bapi's house embedded in the shadow wall.
Zhou Bapi died in fear while looking at that door, while what Liu Yichen saw with his x-ray vision was a pitch-black void.
After all, what secrets were hidden behind that door that could frighten Zhou Bapi so badly?
What was behind this door, emitting such a captivating aroma?
"Chen, what are you looking at?" Wang Ruming stood beside Liu Yichen, curiously looking at the door on the wall: "Is there something wrong with this door?"
"Did you smell anything?" Liu Yichen's sense of smell was remarkable; what he could smell, she couldn't. It was normal.
"No, just the musty smell of this secret room." Wang Ruming sniffed hard, but still shook her head.
