As his fingertips touched the white mask, what came back was a chilling sensation, tinged with a coldness.
The material of the mask was unclear, but its whiteness was striking.
On the table, the mask lay quietly to one side, while Du Wei flipped open the diary.
At the same time.
Creeeeak...
A grating sound of wooden structures friction that set one's teeth on edge arose.
Du Wei turned his head, calmly watching as an invisible hand seemed to slowly close the door.
Even without being in Spirit Vision, he could clearly feel a sinister presence slowly enveloping him.
It was the Evil Spirit...
Just like the first night, the feeling was exactly the same as the one brought by the two evil spirits in his home.
It was certain that something had come in.