The sound of frantic footsteps racing downstairs masked the sounds of something stirring.
Ever since the two of them arrived, an artificial breeze had swept through, stirring those colorless, shapeless particles.
The Essence of Misfortune was all swept into the air, floating in the profound darkness. After the two left, at the spot where they had stood, specks resembling the pulse of a breathing light gradually began to come together.
Once the two figures had completely vanished onto the first floor, two flickering human-shaped shadows appeared in the hall.
They flashed on and off, as though living creatures were breathing, yet they also seemed unstable, still piecing themselves together. Judging by their shapes, they looked very much like the departed Bai Huaiguang and Zeng Yiming.
The farther down they went, the more a strange sensation enveloped them.
A warm current, as if the air conditioning had been turned on in this old underground area. Yet it was not a natural breeze, but more like causeless agitation—something was boiling in their blood vessels, making their blood run hot.
This place should have been getting colder and colder, yet Bai Huaiguang felt an eerie change occurring within his body.
Pulling aside his torn denim jacket, he saw the blood vessels beneath his snow-white arm clearly. His skin seemed to have become extraordinarily thin at that moment, thin enough for him to see the flow of blood.
"I'm changing!"
The gray-white eyes Misfortune had granted Bai Huaiguang could see the Essence of Misfortune, but they could not tell him why this change was happening to his body.
Zeng Yiming was in a similar state. As he continued forward, he too examined himself and seemed to have undergone some kind of change.
"Brother Bai, I think there's something wrong with this place."
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