A sudden cool breeze brushed Shao Yong'an's face, bringing a moment of clarity and relief.
He opened his eyes wide, yet felt no sting at all. Everything was so ordinary, so effortless.
Light followed. Although it was far from bright, the dim illumination actually made it easier for him to adjust.
Delighted, he felt his face. There was no blood on it, much less any wounds.
The steel needles had long since vanished, as though all the suffering he had endured had dissolved into nothing.
Then a handsome, smiling man stepped into his field of vision.
When he saw the man's face, he froze for a moment, then recoiled in terror, pointing at him and shouting:
"Wen Yongxin? You're not dead!"
Wen Yongxin held a cigarette between his fingers. After taking a deep drag, he looked at him with a contemptuous smile.
"I thought Manager Li would be the one to show up. Didn't expect you.
Still, you'll do. At least you're a little better than Guo Liang."
Shao Yong'an did not understand what he meant. He merely looked around in a panic.
He discovered that he was still in the stairwell. Nothing about the surrounding layout had changed, and the floor number read "12."
He instinctively touched his eyes again. Looking at Wen Yongxin's smiling face, he felt as though he were dreaming.
"Hmm? That's right. You really are dreaming."
As though he knew what Shao Yong'an was thinking, Wen Yongxin pointed at him with the hand holding his cigarette and confirmed it.
Shao Yong'an stared at him in horror. Then he recalled the square box he had just touched, and the realization struck him like lightning.
He drew in a sharp breath and finally took a careful look at the man before him, asking in astonishment:
"Your supernatural