Every step he took fell like a heavy drumbeat, stirring the water with a rushing sound, like a sinister cold melody.
At this moment, Wen Yan could distinctly feel the rules of the Netherworld.
He also sensed that the Netherworld was laying out a path for him.
He understood, too, that this feeling wasn't the first time.
The first time was when he had just entered the Netherworld—back then, he'd gotten drunk at Lord Zhu's manor, and woke up in the Netherworld.
That time, the Netherworld had already paved a road for him, giving him the identity of an NPC.
After all, it made perfect sense for there to be a living NPC in the Netherworld, someone who could help players recover their stamina.
This time, since he was leaving, the Netherworld had no choice but to pave another road, patching up the bug.
Once Wen Yan truly felt all of this, his anxiety faded; he moved at a steady pace, step by step, following a fixed rhythm to write out this melody.
