"Uh... Uh" Cheng Ming's right hand tightly covered the bleeding wound, his face turned pale, and he ran forward desperately.
"Wanwan, Wanwan, where are you?" The voice gradually became quieter, and with every syllable uttered, the wound at the corner of the mouth was torn.
"Slender man, Ning Feng, good night, you... Where are you?" After saying that, Cheng Ming fell to the ground. The heavy sound caused the dust around him to rise up. Light beams like light beams fell on him wantonly, and the echoes seemed to come from the empty valley. The demonic darkness was even more outrageous.
The land began to soften, and the flying dust around him gradually disappeared, becoming more like a swamp, swallowing Cheng Ming bit by bit, and soon after, the land returned to the appearance of cement.
Purpose: Exploring the mystery