"Why haven't you found it yet?!"
The moment he stepped through the door, Xie Zheng heard an utterly deafening roar that caught him off guard, nearly making him lose control and collapse.
The right half of his body, already almost crippled, uncontrollably leaned against the tightly shut door.
At the same time, his good left eye and his blind right eye snapped open. As he slightly raised his head, he looked directly at the space above his head.
There was nothing there. Aside from the dark green wall paint, which was gradually growing mold in the gloom, it was completely empty.
The sudden roar seemed as though it did not exist within this unfamiliar yet familiar place at all, for not even the slightest echo followed it.
Yet Xie Zheng had clearly heard that the roar had come from directly above his head, and that it had been directed at him.
He barely controlled his battered body, planting his left foot firmly on the floor to regain his balance. At the same time, his unusually eerie-looking eyes fixed tightly on the spot ten paces ahead.
Was there a ghost standing there?
There had been nothing there when he entered just moments ago. Yet after his line of sight shifted slightly just once, a figure that could not be seen clearly, possessing only a pitch-black outline, had suddenly appeared in place.
It looked as if it might be a person, yet it could not possibly be one. Only its posture resembled that of a human.
Xie Zheng did not act rashly. He knew well that although the mission had been underway for a long time, it was still a brand-new beginning for everyone.
Just like that roar from earlier—he knew as soon as he heard it that this voice had appeared