Thirty. Disappearance

This house... is a living thing?

Lu Li thought to himself, reaching out to touch the moldy wooden board walls.

This was just an ordinary seaside cottage that had stood here more than a decade ago.

"What is that?"

Lu Li's searching gaze fell on the middle of the cottage's floor, where a mysterious dark stain had been eroded into visibility.

It was not among the clues previously summarized by Richard.

"Hmm... we haven't seen it before, could it be the erosion from the sea breeze?" Richard also looked as if he was seeing it for the first time.

"The sea breeze cannot erode something to look like this," Lu Li muttered to himself as he stared at the circle of wood planks that were even darker in color.

In the depths of his intuition, a breeze from an unknown source blew out from beneath the sinister wooden planks, and if their color were to deepen even further, they would resemble an unfathomable abyss.