A room without a numberplate, a room without light, a room without the living.
Cheng Ming's heart was as repressed and despairing as the darkness around him. Even breathing required all his strength.
Fear was one reason for his predicament, but it was not the main one.
What truly kept him from daring to move was the breath repeatedly striking his face from directly ahead, where his naked eyes could see nothing.
It seemed as though someone stood before him, but it could not possibly be a person.
Just minutes ago, the man who had suddenly entered the room had pulled Luo Xian, Ji Li, and the others away, yet somehow left him behind.
Cheng Ming had not intentionally fallen behind, nor had he harbored any hidden agenda. It was because, while that man was speaking with Luo Xian, he had noticed the portable electric lamp in his palm tremble.
That faint sound had seemed completely insignificant at the time. Ji Li had heard it earlier as well, but had paid it no attention.
But Cheng Ming was different. He was the one carrying the lamp, and he understood what had happened to him.
As the lamp trembled, it suddenly felt as if an invisible person had appeared before him, face to face with him, their breaths colliding completely.
Especially at such close range, he heard faint sounds that no one else could hear.
For example, the sound of insects crawling about, as well as the change in that thing's breathing rhythm as it stared fixedly at him.
That was the sole reason why Cheng Ming had not said another word afterward, and why he had remained here even when everyone else fled.
He simply could not leave. The moment he moved, he would die.
He had been forcibly trapped