A chill ran through Blore's heart, but the body seemed indifferent to everything.

Anyone else would have thought the man was faking it, but Blore knew that he was completely emotionless, as cold as a block of wood.

Perhaps she knew what was about to happen, but Blore had no idea what the woman would do next.

Just when Blore felt the tension reach its peak, the woman suddenly reached out and pressed her palm on the top of Blore's head. Then Blore felt a sharp pain, and then he lost consciousness as expected.

When Blore opened his eyes again, he found himself lying quietly on a huge, transparent glass plate.

This unexpected scene caused a strong sense of uneasiness and curiosity to surge in his heart.

He lowered his head carefully and looked down through the glass.

However, the scene before him was terrifying. It was a deep, bottomless darkness, like an endless abyss, emitting a suffocating and terrifying atmosphere.

Blore strained his eyes to see what was happening below, but could only vaguely catch some fuzzy outlines and faint flickering lights.

As time went on, Blore felt his heartbeat quicken more and more clearly, each beat as loud as a drum, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

His breathing became rapid and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This fear of the unknown world gradually eroded his mind and made him feel extremely nervous.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the person he possessed just now. That person gave him a very strange feeling, even though he might have only been there for a few minutes. But who was that person?

It’s so strange, why can I see the other person’s experiences and memories?

He took a deep breath, then slowly stood up and took cautious steps.

The glass pane trembled slightly under his feet, as if it might break at any moment.

Blore tried to make his movements extremely slow, so every step was extremely cautious, for fear that if he was not careful, the glass would shatter and he would fall into the endless abyss.