Room 206, at the same moment, was in chaos.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
An unnatural gale swept through the second floor, creating a terrifying crosswind within the thirteen rooms that had been completely opened up.
Countless black umbilical cords seemed to come back to life from death, thrashing wildly in the gale as they flew up and down. The mucus suddenly began flowing backward in its entirety, including the puddle on the floor mixed with Xu Chan's sweat.
The air mass, already at its limit, had clearly held on until the final moment before suddenly bursting apart in the abrupt wind.
Xu Chan's face was flushed crimson from holding her breath. She stared in shock at the bizarre sight of blobs of mucus flowing upward from below, while also sensing something incomparably dangerous immediately locking onto her.
It felt as though she had just been thrown from a scorching volcano into a freezing ice cellar, without the slightest warning.
Before she could make sense of the situation, the strange pounding of her heart returned, several times more severe than when she had first encountered it.
This time, her heart did not leave her body, but it beat faster and faster, as if her blood were being rapidly squeezed out and drained dry. There was no longer even an initial judgment; this was a direct declaration of death.
Tong Guan was suffering the same crisis.
Compared to Xu Chan's abnormal flush, Tong Guan's face was instead far paler. The Killing Method suspected to be acting upon him was likely different from hers.
Yet from his restrained but trembling pupils, it was clear that this invisible attack was likewise hidden within his body—and even more terrifying.
After all, he was Chang Nian's husband.
He had been clutching something the size of his palm