Familiar Stench, Drowned Eerie

Inside the secret passage, a heavy steel door nearly five meters thick was torn open, and Ji Yan stepped out of the stench and blood.

Ling Lu took a deep breath of fresh air and pointed at a broad staircase sealed behind double doors ahead. "That's the entrance to the 7th Floor."

Ji Yan stared at the staircase, narrowing his eyes.

Then his nose caught something. He looked toward another corridor lined with room doors. "I smell... a familiar stench."

"A familiar stench?" Ling Lu paused.

Ji Yan had Blood Sis return to the [Oil Paper Joy Umbrella], then headed in that direction.

Passing door after door, Ji Yan finally stopped at Room 9.

Thick blood seeped from beneath the door, as if warning that inhuman torture was taking place inside...

Ji Yan's eyes flickered. He turned the handle and pushed the door open.

A dense bloody stench flooded into the corridor like a tidal wave. Ling Lu followed behind him and spoke softly. "Shouldn't we hurry to the 7th Floor right now? What if those Management Eeries find out..."

Ji Yan did not answer. Deep within the room, a beam of light shone down like a stage spotlight, illuminating someone.

An Eerie disciple stood completely naked, his hands and feet nailed to an iron frame. Gashes that had ripped through flesh covered his body, grotesque and horrifying, as though they might split apart at any moment and spill his organs out.

The man was covered in wounds, trembling as though the agonizing pain had shaken him apart.

Beside him, an eerie selected from the blood-soaked "torture tools" on the table. It was the Management Eerie of the Sixth Floor. Looking at Ji Yan with sinister eyes, it said, "Isn't this the livestock that escaped from the banquet?"

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