The voice came again, and it still sounded unpleasant, as if there was a handful of sand stuck in the throat, which could neither be spit out smoothly nor swallowed. It was stuck there, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Blore couldn't help but look in the direction he came from, and an indescribable wonderful feeling surged in his heart.

At this moment, he actually felt a strange and extremely calm feeling, as if his soul had suddenly left his body and floated away into the distance.

This feeling made him feel dazed, and he even doubted whether everything happening before his eyes was real.

However, after only a brief hesitation, Blore took another step without hesitation and walked straight forward.

It just so happened that he was full of curiosity at the moment and wanted to see what tricks the strange man who had been hiding in the dark and could only be heard but not seen was playing.

This guy is so secretive that the place is filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

The oil lamp emitted a dim and weak light, the faint light flickered, and there were faint traces of red flames.

The surroundings were still silent, with only Blore's footsteps echoing in the silent space.

He was thinking silently, but his feet did not stop, and his steps were steady and fast.

However, as expected, something unexpected happened. The lights that were once neatly arranged on the wall suddenly began to go out in a random pattern.

Light after light, darkness spread like a tide, enveloping Blore.

Then, the lights that had just gone out lit up again without any warning, flickering like a naughty game played by children, or some absurd and confusing prank.

Faced with such a strange situation, Blore remained remarkably calm.

Even in such an environment, the corpses hanging above their heads looked even more bizarre and strange.

They seemed to be ready to move, swaying slightly, as if they could break free from their restraints and truly "come alive" at any time.