The sixteenth floor, the fifteenth floor, the Fourteenth Floor...
The people and ghosts there struggled in the fog, baring their fangs as conflict, choices, and suffering unfolded one after another.
Room 1604.
Su Chenghe's heart had begun to feel seriously unwell. To him, being in Room 1604 was like falling into a bottomless abyss.
Those mangled limbs and chilling breaths were eating away at his resolve, bit by bit.
Amid these hellish sights, his imagination ran out of control. The faces of the wronged souls before him shifted from indistinct blurs into Wang Da Chui and Tian Xiao Ou.
Intense, oppressive negative emotions seemed to pour into every corner of the room as Su Chenghe became more lucid, seeping even into the hearts of the living.
Su Chenghe lowered his head and looked at the toe of his shoe.
This right foot had given him direct, effective help in many subsequent crises.
But now, it would be the trigger that dragged him into the abyss. Because of it, Su Chenghe had become the chef-the common enemy of everyone who had died.
"Hiss!"
Just then, a sudden, sharp pain struck Su Chenghe's back. Blood sprayed out before he could even look behind him.
As he turned his head in pain, he saw cracks spreading visibly across the wall covered in white tiles. It was about to shatter.
Under Su Chenghe's gaze, tile after tile fell away, revealing the dark red hidden beneath the pure white.
Su Chenghe's eyelids twitched violently. He had failed to notice that his eyes had somehow become riddled with scarlet veins, forming a strange parallel with the eerie dark red exposed on the wall.
Those patches of dark red were indelible scars left by blood splashing against the wall.
They were also the entrance to hell.
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