On a pitch-black, windy night, Lěng Yè and Zhūgé Lín arrived before an abandoned mine shaft. The interior was dark and deep, occasionally emitting hair-raising sounds that seemed to whisper some unknown secret.
Standing at the entrance, Zhūgé Lín felt a chilling gust of wind sweep past and could not help shivering.
"This place doesn't feel right at all," Zhūgé Lín murmured, a trace of unease in his tone.
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