Qin Ming suddenly stopped, who was whispering, was it meant for everyone, or was it only whispering to him?
That voice was too sudden, carrying endless fatigue, and concealed an unspeakable sense of antiquity, as if it had been baptized by years and left panting in the world.
A giant abyss spanned the front, pitch black and endless, it made one's heart palpitate upon gazing, as if it could devour all gods and creatures, immeasurably profound.
Qin Ming discreetly observed the nearby people, wanting to see if they also heard that mysterious and unsettling whispering.
A group of young men and women all walked steadily, showing no unusual expressions, perhaps restraining themselves, or feigning calmness.
Through the resonance with the two closest people, Qin Ming found their hearts were very tense and uneasy, hoping to hit the big "fortune", but did not hear the strange voice.
Was that whisper truly only directed at him?
