Gulp!
Another glass of fine wine went down.
Chen Lun felt a strange hallucination stimulating his five senses.
This hallucination wasn't the dullness caused by alcohol entering the bloodstream and numbing the brain, but rather a thin veil that covered his soul and spirituality, creating an indescribable illusion.
For instance, as Chen Lun sat on the sofa on the second floor of the mansion, he saw some eerie changes in the world before him.
The vineyard, which was always in daylight and bathed in a perpetual pinkish glow, inexplicably darkened, and his vision became dim.
The high-backed chair behind Your Majesty Conrad suddenly twisted, growing fibrous tentacles that writhed and wrapped around the man in the tailcoat, finally enveloping him into a gray oval shape.
Whispers could faintly be heard around his ears.
It sounded like countless insects, or numerous men and women, whispering around him. Words like "darkness," "eternity," and "destruction" could be faintly heard...
