As soon as I took a photo of my hand, hey, I didn’t guess wrong. Outside, there is an old-looking passage littered with porcelain pieces, broken wood and stone bowls. It looks like a tunnel here.
"What is noodles?" Sang Yu first discovered that the wall was different from the cold light in her hand. I saw that the wall was arranged as flat as paper. A strange oil was painted with images of riding, shooting, dancing, acrobatics, various animals, weapons and several figures. I was just about to ask Sang…