Inside the museum, it was very quiet, with a faint sound of discussion not far away. In the middle was a hollow spiral corridor with five floors, allowing one to see from the fifth floor to the first.
The temperature in here was much lower, at least three degrees less than outside, and since Sindaga was originally a rather hot place, the museum felt relatively cooler.
On the ground was a withered vine constantly writhing, like a long, worm-like creature.
[A living withered vine, rich in life force, also possessing a certain spirituality…]
Su Changxing frowned slightly.
The place was filled with eeriness, as if everything were alive, even the wooden floor beneath his feet seemed to possess an uncanny life force.
This made him feel like he was seizing a chestnut from the fire, snatching food from a tiger's mouth.
But having already come this far, turning back now was not an option.
