Chapter 636 Behind the Door

Chapter 636: Behind the Door

“Brother?”

Su Bai heard his own voice, clear but a little shy. His small body began to look around uneasily, his gaze sweeping over the gray-white stone walls and the black stone floor, clearly realizing that everything around him was unfamiliar.

He—the young Su Bai—might have vaguely sensed that the sudden change in his surroundings was related to the mirror, so he approached it again, raising his hand to touch the cool surface again.

But this time, the mirror didn’t react. The ripples from before were completely gone. The mirror only reflected a pair of confused eyes, a thin figure, and the cold, empty stone wall behind him.

“Brother?” Little Su Bai called out again, his voice low and tinged with helplessness. He still didn’t understand what fear was, but instinct told him that this was not “home.”

Su Bai still couldn’t control his own body, so he could only watch everything through the eyes of his younger self, witnessing a long-forgotten memory.

Little Su Bai stumbled around the room, searching everywhere. Finally, his gaze landed on the only tall door in this empty space. He walked over quickly, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to grab the door handle, which was a bit too high for him.

The door was not locked.

With a soft creak, the door slowly opened before him, revealing a long, narrow gap outside.

So he walked out.

Outside was a seemingly endless corridor, still with the same style of gray-white stone walls and black stone floor, but this corridor was different from the room before.

It was filled with puppets.

Those puppets stood motionless in two rows along the corridor, with no clothes, no facial features, hair, or skin. Apart from the basic outlines of limbs and torso, they had no characteristics resembling humans. They looked more like wooden models with clearly visible ball joints.

Little Su Bai stood at the doorway, turning his head to look at the corridor stretching into the distance. The line of puppets extended all the way to the edge of his vision, as if even the shadows in the distance concealed silent, motionless figures.

His small body began to tremble slightly, as if he had finally been frightened by this strange and chilling scene.

But Su Bai, as an observer, didn’t feel afraid.

Not only because he was no longer a child, but also because he had already recognized this place.

This should be the interior of Wushan, the residence of Wu Hang.

Those puppets standing silently on both sides of the corridor were clearly a minor part of the “Puppeteer’s” work.

What piqued Su Bai’s curiosity was that those puppets made no movement at all, completely unresponsive to the little child running noisily through the corridor.

The only answer was that Little Su Bai’s body carried no power, so he wasn’t noticed by those puppets, which acted as guards.

Thus, although the young Su Bai was careless and simply wandered forward, trying to find the end of the corridor, the astonishing number of puppets in the corridor never reacted.

They stood there quietly, motionless and unseeing, as if they had never been given the possibility of being alive.

Su Bai followed along from Little Su Bai’s perspective. Just when the child was starting to grow tired and breathless, he finally saw a door at the end of the corridor.

At that moment, Little Su Bai looked back over his shoulder. What he saw was still the endless depths of the corridor and a path that seemed impossible to retrace.

In that instant, Su Bai heard his younger self sobbing.

His long-suppressed emotions were finally collapsing—he was still just a child.

But in the end, Little Su Bai wiped his tears, stood on tiptoe, and once again pushed open the door before him. The door at the end of the corridor was larger and heavier than the room’s door. Little Su Bai tried several times before the door moved slightly with a dull rumble, revealing a narrow crack.

For Little Su Bai, this door was like a giant boulder—an overwhelming stone pressing down on him; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move it any further.

Just then, the door suddenly trembled slightly.

After Little Su Bai stopped pushing, the heavy door seemed to be taken over by some power, slowly opening outward on its own.

Little Su Bai stood dumbfounded by the door, watching the scene unfold behind it.

He saw a wide, lofty hall. At the very center was an extremely long table, covered with dark red velvet, on which stood candlesticks adorned with black and gold.

And on both sides of that long table sat dozens of figures—different in appearance and build, but all maintaining a deathly stillness, motionless.

And at the far end of that long table, a “person” was seated as well.