"What exactly is hidden on the Eighteenth Floor..."
Fang Shenyan and Yu Guo headed deeper into the top floor side by side. The stench of death kept drifting in from all around, making the wind feel all the more chilling as it passed over them.
Even now, they did not know why Ji Li had taken such a keen interest in this place, but some unseen scent was guiding them.
It was the smell of corpses.
"Lao Xue's body should have been on the fifth floor, but Xiao Qi didn't see it. That means something took the body away."
Yu Guo muttered as he sprinted forward.
Fang Shenyan had no mind for that now. In his hazy field of vision, he seemed to see a thread...
A tangible yet invisible gray line was extending from somewhere on the Eighteenth Floor.
His eyelids twitched, and he abruptly looked at Yu Guo.
But Yu Guo clearly had no awareness of the gray line. Fang Shenyan was the only one who could see it.
This seemed to be some sort of hint. Something was helping him.
After a brief moment of thought, Fang Shenyan inexplicably looked at the back of his left hand.
There was a strange black Gothic tattoo there: an eyeball...
But there was no time to dwell on the Eyeball Tattoo. Certain of his judgment, Fang Shenyan quickly led Yu Guo toward the source of the gray line.
Gradually, a long corridor appeared before them.
Five corpses stood upright on the floor here, each in a different pose, but all wore the same bewildered, terrified expression from before their deaths.
Yu Guo abruptly stopped. His throat tightened before he said,
"These are the five staff members who died on the Eighteenth Floor earlier!"
Fang Shenyan narrowed his eyes. The gray