"Maozi..." Lin Yi murmured, lost in thought.
Just then, the surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and the light around them slowly dimmed.
"Hey... what are you dazing out for... hurry up and go..."
It was like some faint voice coming from afar.
"Silence..."
"Don't be afraid..."
"Damn it... do you want to summon them?!"
...
"You can slow down a bit, but don't spread fear!!"
"We're almost there!"
...
"Go!"
...
"Keep up!"
"Walk steadily!"
...
"Don't trample, don't be afraid!"
Those faint voices grew clearer and gradually surrounded his ears.
Suddenly, Lin Yi felt a sensation underfoot, and along with it, a ripple quietly spread out, as if coating the surrounding environment with a layer of color. Soon, the bustling and noisy voices began to envelop him.
Lin Yi found himself in a cold, dark tunnel surrounded by numerous art students pushing forward. Outside were some yellow-brown square stones...
