It has been half a month since the last time someone left without a word.
This day, Bai Yanliang was sitting by the window, reading a book about souls, when he suddenly received a phone call.
The caller was Feng Xiuxue.
Bai Yanliang pressed to answer: "Hello."
"Check your phone."
After saying these three words, Feng Xiuxue immediately hung up.
Whenever she said that, it generally meant for Bai Yanliang to check the Fog Gathering chatroom.
Were they discussing some interesting topic?
Bai Yanliang opened the chatroom.
"The key can free us from the curse!"
"But... how do we obtain the key?"
"I don't know... but the outline of a key has emerged in our palms, according to that theory, it proves we're qualified to obtain the key."
"That's great, there's finally hope..."
The chatroom was buzzing with excitement.
Bai Yanliang understood what Feng Xiuxue meant. He scrolled up through the messages until he finally saw a document sent anonymously.