353, where are you?

When Hannibal stepped into the psychological counseling clinic, he suddenly felt a crushing spiritual pressure.

Before his eyes lay an impenetrable thick fog.

His Spirit Vision was completely obscured, rendering him unable to see clearly what was ahead.

The cultists who had just entered the door were now nowhere to be seen.

A silent disappearance.

It was as if he had stepped into a world that didn't exist in reality.

"Mr. Du Wei, are you still there?"

Hannibal's voice sounded a bit strange, and he took a few steps backward. He had only taken two steps since entering, so by all logic, he should have been able to step back out by now.

But all he felt beneath his feet and at his back was emptiness.

He couldn't get out...

Hannibal narrowed his eyes but didn't seem concerned.

"Mr. Du Wei, I know you want me to die here, but I must say, you are sorely mistaken."

"Even as an Evil Spirit, you couldn't kill me in one go."