Tick-tock!
Like the heavy rain wrapped in metal, tapping on Luo Di's shoulder like a finger.
He had already put on his hood and wrapped himself in a raincoat.
As the only selected candidate for the Black Door, he stood on an otherwise ordinary street, not in an ancient city, but in a modern street replicated according to human civilization.
Only one shop was open on this street, and only the streetlight in front of it provided faint illumination.
This place wasn't unfamiliar; Luo Di had been here long before, and not just once.
[Black Bar]
A place gathering all murderers derived from horror culture, it was also the place Luo Di once longed for the most. His idols lived inside, and he himself was a junior member of the bar.
However,
This time, upon coming here in a true sense, his mindset had drastically changed.
He wasn't here to see idols or to enjoy entertainment. Most likely, he was just passing by, needing the bar as a transit point to go deeper.
