'But what does this Evil Painting have to do with this soul bottle?'
Su Nian gently tapped the bottle. It made a crisp sound, yet there was also a hint of an almost imperceptible dullness.
The middle-aged man's expression changed, but it was hidden under his mask, so no one noticed his slight displeasure. He didn't quite dare to speak up, either.
But the viewers online had already noticed something was amiss.
[Doesn't this painting look a little weird to you guys?]
[Yes, yes! Finally, someone who feels the same way I do!]
[It gives me the creeps. It feels so gloomy!]
[The kid looks like he's just playing, but I think it's so creepy. Just looking at it is scary!]
Just then, the middle-aged man spoke again.
"Master, please just tell me. What is the reason for all this?"
Su Nian tapped the soul bottle once more.
DING...
This time, the bottle let out a loud, crisp sound.
"There's something inside this soul bottle."
"Something inside?"
