The Mysterious Tenth Floor

When had Ji Li tampered with the tape?

Teng Shan did not know.

But Ji Li's expression at that moment was exactly the same as when he had looked at him in the Supernatural World.

"Could it be that he had wanted to destroy the way out ever since then?"

Teng Shan's scalp went numb. He kept cursing Ji Li inwardly, but his hands did not stop moving.

The instant the tape was destroyed, he immediately swung the backpack from his back around to his front.

Yet just as he reached into the bag, before he could touch the Head Alarm Clock—

His mind suddenly went completely blank. His ears filled with a piercing buzz, as though countless electric currents had flooded his brain in an instant.

His frozen mind prevented him from taking out the Head Alarm Clock at all.

But the state did not last long. After all, he was a veteran who had survived four missions, and he quickly regained some awareness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yet at that moment, on the Thirteenth Floor, the fourteen locked doors apart from Room 1307 all opened at once.

Figures dressed in patient gowns emerged one after another from the rooms, moving with slow steps.

Teng Shan could neither see nor hear any of it, but he clearly sensed a gust of wind sweep past him.

Before he had any chance to react, the backpack on his chest was snatched away in an instant.

A flute that was half bamboo and half bone was tossed into his arms. Other than that, he had nothing left.

Ji Li had cut off Teng Shan's sight and hearing. Carrying Teng Shan's backpack, he swiftly darted through the corridor of the Thirteenth Floor.

As he fled, Ji Li could not hear Teng Shan's wails and