Eighty-two. Talisman

Lu Li reentered the piano room, lifted the oil lamp, and looked around.

The room was pitch-black and eerily silent, with no sign of Anna and Hades.

What calamity had they encountered? Or was the one encountering a calamity himself?

Lu Li walked straight to the window and tried to push it open.

The window wouldn't budge, as if it had merged with the space around it.

Lu Li took a half step back and swung his elbow out!

Thud——

His elbow connected solidly with the glass, making a muffled sound. The window didn't shake, and the acute pain that traveled up his arm was as clear as if he had struck a stone wall.

It seemed it wasn't them who had disappeared, but he himself who was trapped.

An unsettling, cryptic scent was pervading the entire room, and indeed the whole house.

Lu Li turned his attention to the coffee cup on the low table beside the piano, reaching out to pick it up.