After walking straight down the corridor for half a minute, they turned left into a dilapidated reception hall.
At last, they went around the hall and reached a small door at the back.
After entering through it, Angel and Laplace saw a new corridor, though one side of this corridor was lined with a railing.
Through the railing, they could tell that they were currently on the second floor, with a square main hall below.
Looking down from above,
they could see a dressing mirror standing eerily in the very center of the main hall.
Beneath the dressing mirror was a long drag mark. It extended all the way to the staircase not far away.
Seeing this, Angel and Laplace immediately understood. The dressing mirror below must have been dragged out of the previous room by that Lairen soul.
Yet although they now knew what had left the drag marks, they still could not see where that Lairen soul was.
Logically, the Lairen soul should have been nearby.
Leaning against the railing, Angel tried to search for the Lairen soul.
But just then, Angel suddenly heard a crack. The railing beneath his hand abruptly crumbled into fragments.
Fortunately, Angel's center of gravity had not tipped forward. Otherwise, he would have fallen straight down.
Angel had barely finished feeling relieved when the familiar sound of cracking came from beneath his feet. Looking down, he saw cracks spreading across the floor as well.
Angel and Laplace exchanged a glance, each seeing helplessness in the other's eyes.
Accompanied by a loud crash,
the floor of the second-floor corridor turned into broken planks and fell from above with a thunderous boom. The entire main hall was instantly swallowed by billowing dust.
It was not until two minutes later that the dust slowly began to