Everything was unknown; everything needed to be explored on his own.
Hesitating for a moment, Xu Yuan extended his left hand into the gray mist.
"Buzz——"
Almost instantly, a nauseating, maddening murmur erupted in Xu Yuan's mind, nearly rendering him unable to maintain his sanity.
Amidst that chaos, he also sensed a faint aura—familiar, yet foreign.
Thoughts flickered, leaving no time to delve deeper. Before the madness could completely envelop his mind, Xu Yuan quickly withdrew his hand. But the touch of the gray mist remained etched in his heart.
Death,
Beneath the maddening murmur,
Lurking was the same stillness he had felt when he once faced death...
As he pondered this, Mu Nuo's childish voice rang out again, distant but mocking:
"How's the sound? Pleasant enough, isn't it? Why not step in with your whole body and take a stroll?"
"...."
Xu Yuan immediately shut out the chatter of the little ghost.
