Mirror Face

Niu Luo did not want to walk anymore.

He had not moved from this step for a full ten seconds.

Yet strangely, the scene before him was still changing.

Nong Guohao's back remained half a meter ahead of him, his shoulders shifting and his feet moving without pause.

The stairs kept changing. They had already risen from the Seventh Floor to the eighth.

Niu Luo glanced ahead, but did not dare turn around to look behind him.

He knew perfectly well that if he turned, what he saw would definitely not be Wen Yongxin's face, but the face of a stranger he had never seen before.

And the moment he saw that face, he would die.

The situation here was like a machine that never stopped running, and Niu Luo was a component caught inside it.

Even though he supplied none of the power that drove this machine, he was still trapped within it, swept along as it turned.

The sign for the eighth floor passed in an instant.

The Ninth Floor was coming.

Niu Luo stared anxiously up ahead, waiting for the number "9" to appear, even as dread filled him.

The Ninth Floor was his destination.

Then the endpoint of this "machine" should also be the Ninth Floor.

But what would happen when he reached his destination?

Would the machine stop running, or would it break down completely...

The cold sweat on Niu Luo's face was the first to give way under its own weight, trickling down as his heart trembled with anxiety.

Nong Guohao's ascending footsteps sounded like the tolling of a death knell, announcing death's approach.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tightening his grip on the railing until his hand suddenly trembled under the intense strain.

"No, I can't take either of the two paths the