Xu Xiangyang wrapped his arms around Li Qinglian's shoulders, holding his trembling sister, who was shaking from fear, close to his chest, while reaching out his hand and placing it on the red wooden door which was peeling off a big portion of its paint. It was at that moment that he heard a "click."
Incredibly faint, yet unmistakably real.
Without a doubt, it was the echo of the door being opened.
Without a key, his Spirit Communication Ability was the most powerful key: Xu Xiangyang had always had an inexplicable confidence that he could open the doors of all the haunted houses in the world.
But when he opened his eyes, what he saw in that instant was not the interior of the haunted house—
Instead, it was a universe-like world of vast darkness.
In the dim and deep black "universe" at the center, were countless doors of varying sizes and designs, floating around.
