A deathly aura shrouded the entire Fourteenth Floor, to the point that even human breathing carried a hint of stagnation and discomfort.
Extreme tension and numbness swept through Xue Tingtao's entire body. He stared fixedly at the not-at-all-large coffin before him, his legs trembling like sieves.
Fear—an inexplicable fear—was about to swallow him whole.
The world spun before Xue Tingtao's eyes. This Fourteenth Floor corridor resembled a constantly rotating tunnel of death. Even if he ignored the black coffin, it still carried a cannibalistic terror.
He wanted to escape. Although he had no idea how he had gotten here, he could not get out no matter what he did.
In just a few short minutes, Xue Tingtao had tried countless times. He was free to move, with neither people nor ghosts stopping him, yet the corridor seemed like a folded arc.
No matter how he ran or fled, he would eventually return through the darkness to stand before this coffin.
After a long while, Xue Tingtao no longer wanted to run. He knew he could not escape.
Yet even without a ghost appearing, his fear continued to deepen step by step. As a low-quality but long-lived manager, he knew exactly what this represented.
Rules!
Xue Tingtao knew he had entered some strange rule. This was not the usual face-to-face collision with a ghost, but an inadvertent step into the death rules of the Fourteenth Floor.
As for the one who had arranged those death rules...
The black coffin had been suspended on a wooden frame outside Room 1424. Its lid was firmly locked shut, and the steel nails protruding from it were thicker than fingers.
The entire coffin was sealed off like an evil object, its four corners hanging above the ground.
A fluttering red ribbon was tied around the