In Room 206, the grotesque, ferocious mass of black umbilical cords seemed to have divided an intact room into fragmented pieces.
Drip, drip—unknown viscous fluid flowed down the cords and covered the entire floor. The translucent liquid reflected the enormous black eyeball on the ceiling.
Like a scanning device, the black eyeball swept its gaze downward, watching every corner beneath the mass of umbilical cords.
Such a horrifying appearance naturally represented the darkest of images. Merely imagining it was enough to make one's soul tremble.
Yet within that gaze was a lofty disdain, along with a unique posture of judgment, brimming with a divinity utterly opposed to its appearance.
"Drip, drip..."
Beneath the enormous, dense mass of umbilical cords, Tong Guan lay beneath a collapsed pile of rubble in an extremely awkward position.
A nearly imperceptible transparent sphere barely enveloped his entire body.
The sphere was irregularly shaped, squeezed by the crisscrossing umbilical cords into an especially abstract form. Perhaps that was why Tong Guan had been forced into such an awkward posture.
Xu Chan, her face covered in sweat and her breathing suppressed, was pressed against him. She too was crammed into the sphere in an incredibly awkward position.
Xu Chan's face had turned red from holding her breath. Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down her face bit by bit, striking the floor without a sound before merging with the viscous fluid.
Under such difficult circumstances, she had to control the Sin Object while asking in an extremely low voice,
"Tong Guan, Wei Guang left long ago, and the Sin Object's concealment time is almost at its limit. When exactly are you going to carry out the way to survive?"
"Shh..."
Tong Guan made a silencing gesture. His left ear twitched slightly as he listened to