A supernatural atmosphere

Wen Yongxin whipped his head around, his piercing gaze fixed on the darkness he had just passed through.

He had climbed too quickly, turning the space behind him into a blind spot he had swiftly forgotten.

Back where the light was scarce, Niu Luo, who should have been following close behind, was nowhere to be seen.

And when he turned back, he found that Nong Guohao, who had been right ahead of him a moment ago, had vanished as well.

In an instant, the air grew still.

Wen Yongxin looked back and forth several times, only to find a stairwell empty of everyone but himself.

Stranded on the Fifth Floor, he involuntarily stopped walking.

His fists hung clenched beside his trousers. His expression was unreadable, the veins at his temples bulged, and his jaw trembled.

All of this showed that Wen Yongxin was nowhere near as calm as he appeared.

"I think I've triggered a death trap..."

Although Wen Yongxin had only one mission's worth of experience and little to show for it, he understood the mission rules extremely well.

Both the person ahead and the one behind had disappeared, leaving him alone. Clearly, a ghost had appeared.

And he was certain that this ghost was after him.

Looking at the stairs leading farther up, Wen Yongxin's gaze wavered, a trace of fear creeping into it.

Though he did not know how he had triggered the death trap, everything had clearly begun when he entered the building and tried to reach the Ninth Floor.

Retreat flickered in Wen Yongxin's eyes. After half a second's hesitation, he turned and fled downstairs.

Although his death trap occupied the same area as Niu Luo's, their situations were very different.

Niu Luo had been confined to the upward stairwell, but he had not.

Thus,