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At ten o'clock in the evening, the sky was dim and shrouded in layers of black mist, creating an inexplicable heaviness. Xia Xiaoyu was lost in thought, feeling her mind was in a chaotic state.
As she drifted off to sleep, Xia Xiaoyu saw Zhang Li turn over and sneak out of the dormitory.
The weather was not cold, but when she opened the dormitory door, the night breeze rushed in, causing Xia Xiaoyu to shiver slightly, which made her feel more alert.
Zhang Li was not an ordinary person; what could she possibly be doing out at this hour?
Curiosity stirred within Xia Xiaoyu. After encountering so many strange events, she found herself thinking calmly. However, her innate curiosity ultimately led her to hesitate for a moment before deciding to follow Zhang Li.
In the night, everything appeared gray and hazy. In the Small Grove, a faint white mist floated about, adding an eerie quality to the quiet night.
Xia Xiaoyu felt a tremor of fear but did not retreat. Ahead of her, Zhang Li walked with a hollow demeanor, lacking any sense of agility.
For some unknown reason, a strange thought suddenly crossed Xia Xiaoyu's mind: following Zhang Li reminded her of the first time Surin took her to the Bell Tower; the feelings were strikingly similar.
Moreover, that nagging sense that something was off resurfaced once again.
Since it was only a little past ten o'clock, the university gates were still open. Zhang Li walked quickly and stood very upright... somewhat dazed.
Xia Xiaoyu felt a tremor in her heart as Zhang Li exited the campus gate and walked straight ahead. After crossing several dark streets, she suddenly stopped near a road by the mountains.
Behind a tree not far away, Xia Xiaoyu felt a bit scared. She glanced at Zhang Li, and following her gaze, she saw the eerie sight of the Abandoned House illuminated by the cold moonlight.
There was no one around, and even during the day, this place rarely saw visitors. It gave Xia Xiaoyu a chilling feeling.
The Abandoned House had a door that was in ruins, resembling the kind of courtyard houses built nowadays, but it was too dilapidated. The steps were covered with dry branches and leaves, along with some weeds. On this night, the entire house felt extremely cold to Xia Xiaoyu. It was nearly eleven o'clock.
At midnight, an indescribable eeriness filled the air, especially in this place, which felt far more unsettling than the Bell Tower.
A gust of cold air seeped through the broken door.
Creak...
While Xia Xiaoyu was lost in thought, Zhang Li had already pushed open the door and walked inside.
The crisp sound echoed in the stillness of midnight, drifting far away. Xia Xiaoyu paused for a moment before slowly approaching.
An unimaginable cold wind rushed towards her as she entered through the ancient door, surprising Xia Xiaoyu.
This house had not been demolished; it must have been standing for many years. Upon entering, she found herself in a courtyard where her eyes were drawn to a Sophora Tree on the right and an ancient well beneath it.
The house was in ruins, with many doors and windows completely broken. The dark interior exuded an eerie atmosphere, while the courtyard was covered with fallen leaves. The entire Abandoned House was heavy with a sense of gloom...
However, Xia Xiaoyu suddenly realized something: Zhang Li had disappeared...
The entire Abandoned House felt as if she were the only one there, with no sign of her. Xia Xiaoyu increasingly sensed that something was off...
The courtyard was not large, but all the rooms were closed. How could Zhang Li suddenly disappear?
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