"It's a pleasure to have friends come from afar, indeed a great joy."
An eerie voice sounded, giving a chilling sensation.
Qin Hao was startled in his heart, immediately understanding that the main character had appeared.
He secretly employed some methods wanting to escape from here, but all failed.
In his heart, Qin Hao wanted to leave this place, realizing that with his current strength, it might be quite difficult.
Thinking of this, he relaxed and stopped trying to leave, instead looking towards the source of the voice.
It was also a dead person, clad in tattered monk robes standing not far away, with hollow eyes staring at Qin Hao.
For some reason, facing the other party's gaze, Qin Hao did not feel terrified, but rather a sense of peace.
This sensation surprised him.
The other was a dead person, yet he was enjoying the gaze of a dead person.
He did not speak, waiting for the other to start talking.
