As they turned the pages one by one, the content of the diary left them increasingly shocked. It turned out that Cong Nanxue had once participated in a mysterious experiment, which seemed to be related to some powerful force. And that force pulling Shen Jingqi into the abyss was likely connected to this experiment.
Shen Jingqi felt a chill rapidly spreading from the soles of his feet to his whole body, as if countless icy hands were pulling at him. His voice was filled with confusion and fear, like a small boat lost in a storm, drifting helplessly in the vast ocean. "Could it be that Cong Nanxue's soul is trapped in the portrait? And the voice we heard just now was her cry for help?"
Images of that eerie portrait kept floating in his mind, as if Cong Nanxue in the portrait was looking at them with mournful eyes, silently crying out.
