"Turn around, put your face against the wall, and close your eyes!"
Perhaps no one had expected that, even at a time like this, two black-clothed people would still be stationed at E-2.
When the two tall, gaunt black figures blocked their path, all three of them showed a flash of alarm.
Fortunately, this was Zhu Xiaoning's second time encountering such a situation, and she hurriedly warned them.
Ji Li glanced at the black-clothed people, then pressed himself against the wall and turned halfway sideways.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Duan Yanyan to his right, covering her face with both hands and not daring to breathe.
Zhu Xiaoning, on the other hand, was clearly much more casual. She merely faced the wall, her breathing still relatively steady.
In such a cramped environment, five "people" met on a narrow path, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
Especially the powerful Supernatural Aura emanating from the two black-clothed people—it sent a chill down one's spine.
"Screech... screech... screech..."
The towering figures, two and a half meters tall, nearly touched the ceiling, black umbrellas braced in their palms.
The sharp metal tips of the umbrellas scraped fiercely against the ceiling, sending large flakes of wall powder drifting down before they slid along the umbrella surfaces toward the walls.
"Phew..."
The three living people barely made a sound, yet heavy breathing from the black-clothed people echoed through the silent corridor.
The thin, light black gauze concealing the black-clothed people's faces fluttered gently as they walked downstairs.
The two exceedingly thin black-clothed people moved downward side by side, incredibly slowly, as though they too were puzzled.
Ji Li's long hair covered most of his face as he listened in his mind to feedback from the Third Personality.
"They're closer now, very