Duskapos;s boundary

He was now leaning half against a hall-like room. In the center stood a table covered in dust, an eight immortals table, with several low square stools. Against the wall were blackened stones piled up to make a stove.,Intense pain surged through his brain, making even his skull throb. The hook had grown into his flesh.,Just as the pain intensified again and again, suddenly a gust of wind blew open the door, and the light in the room dimmed slightly.。