A moment ago, the woman who claimed to be Claw Mark had left through that window.
With her mind churning, Lin Xiaolu first stared at the window expressionlessly, then her face showed a trace of inner conflict. After a while, as if coming to a resolution, she let out a sigh and stood up.
"Sorry."
It was unclear to whom she was addressing those words as she took steps toward the window.
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It was a dark and windy night, and strange noises continuously emanated from the depths of Silver Screen Mountain, thick with trees.
As a mountain far from the urban area of Fangting City, with relatively little tourist development, Silver Screen Mountain saw few visitors throughout the year. Moreover, on New Year's Eve, when most of the locals chose to spend the evening with their families, the mountain was even more deserted.
In such an environment, a tower made of rubble and mud had inexplicably risen.