Bang!
As the door slammed to a close, Jiang Baimian suddenly felt the air thin.
No, it wasn't thinning but turning sticky. It was so sticky that it seemed to have solidified into an iron plate, making it impossible to absorb.
That wasn't all.
The air was also contracting like a pair of iron hands that wanted to clasp Jiang Baimian's throat. It was like layers of soil were attempting to bury her.
Jiang Baimian turned her head and saw that Long Yuehong and Bai Chen's expressions had become abnormal.
Although the reaction toward suffocation would be delayed, Long Yuehong felt like he had really entered a ghost story. Someone had grabbed him by the neck, making him dizzy. He tried his best to struggle and resist, but his movements were restricted because of the surrounding air's 'solidification.'
Moreover, there was nobody around him. He didn't know what to do to get out of his predicament.