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Under the patient questioning of Qin Ruan, the little girl lifted her unsteady arm and pointed tremblingly in one direction.
In the room littered with garbage, on the left-hand side, there was a wall built of green bricks and a shabby wooden door.
That door was cloaked in shadows, like a colossal beast lurking, ready to devour at any moment, making one feel inexplicably suffocated and uneasy.
Qin Ruan seemed to understand the little girl's intention and quickly got up and walked over.
The little girl was not very good at walking on her feet yet, and her spirit body floated up, closely following behind her.
One human, one puppet swiftly arrived at the wooden door.
Qin Ruan stood in front of the door, her narrow and sharp fox-like eyes filled with murderous intent, and she kicked the wooden door.
"Bang!"
The flimsy wooden door could not withstand the kick and collapsed, revealing the scene inside clearly before her eyes.