The Eighteenth Floor, a dark crimson Supernatural World.
Gu Xingjian calmly looked at another version of himself a few steps away.
It was a ghost, a ghost that wanted to seize his identity.
Countless blood vessels frantically carried human blood and ghost blood between them, shriveling Gu Xingjian and filling out the ghostly body.
Yet throughout the process, he said nothing and even voluntarily gave up resisting.
The ghost opposite him had fully condensed, lacking only a face.
As more blood was transferred, it began to develop facial features, each detail gradually taking shape into an ordinary face.
At the same time, Gu Xingjian's own face blurred, as though it were being reconstructed.
Slowly, the ghostly body formally solidified, but then something astonishing happened.
Gu Xingjian's face had just appeared when it immediately twisted. The humanoid creature began to convulse, as if it had fallen into some kind of misjudgment.
In an instant, its face gradually changed from Gu Xingjian's into another, slightly unfamiliar appearance.
If Ji Li could have seen it clearly, he would have been shocked to discover that the humanoid creature wore the face of the gaunt man from Room 0215!
Meanwhile, Gu Xingjian, who had just been reduced to dried flesh and blood with his face utterly ruined, recovered his full appearance in an instant.
Not only that, every restriction on him collapsed, and even the dark crimson radiance gradually faded.
The final time limit of the first Head Alarm Clock was gradually defeated.
The attacks from the two Supernatural Worlds dissipated together, and the dark crimson light weakened by more than half.
Because of Gu Xingjian's actions, Ji Li, who had been suffering the same fate at the other end of the corridor, returned to normal as well.
The first Head Alarm Clock fell silent,