The old kerosene lamp's warm glow expanded a spacious arena, perfectly filling the Gallery space. Under the light, the Mist dissolved like melting snow, and the Gallery's appearance also seemed to be dusted off, slowly revealing its true form in front of Lin Yi.
With light, the Gallery no longer seemed so eerie and terrifying.
He noticed a painting beside him, depicting a desolate graveyard with crooked tombstones and a blood-red sky tightly shrouded by dark clouds...
In front of that painting, the faintly lingering Mist seemed to form a human silhouette, standing silently there as if waiting for something...
Lin Yi was clearly taken aback for a moment.
This painting was indeed located at the end of the Gallery, and he had also glanced at it when he was leaving, but looking at it now, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before, yet he couldn't remember at that moment.
