In the face of a crisis, the most important thing was making a decision.
Every second of delay brought them one step closer to death.
So after Wan Ling made his decision, no one opposed him or raised any objections.
Including Li Xin, everyone chose to trust him and followed close behind, trying to leave the building through the office windows and escape with their lives.
In fact, this was the only feasible plan they had at the moment.
However.
The moment they entered the office, everyone stopped again. Quite a few team members sucked in a cold breath and involuntarily blurted out, "Fuck."
The not-so-large room was packed with people—on the tables, on the chairs, on the windows, and even outside the windows...
These people looked extremely strange. Each of them swayed mechanically from side to side in place, as if they were roly-polies following some rhythm. It looked somewhat comical and ridiculous.
But the moment you looked into their eyes, you could no longer laugh.
Their bloodshot, scarlet eyeballs were pierced deep through by office ballpoint pens. Black blood trickled out, dried on both sides of their cheeks, and left deep bloodstains behind.
They looked bloody and terrifying.
"They don't look like Vicious Ghosts. They resemble the Living Dead who've been eroded by Supernatural Erosion... but they aren't members of the Patrol Brigade." Wan Ling frowned.
The sound of chairs being moved that he'd heard earlier hadn't been a supernatural phenomenon.
It had been caused by the strange figures bumping into the chairs as they swayed from side to side, shifting them out of place.
His feet paused only slightly. He didn't linger and continued forward. Although there were many of these things, they weren't much of a threat. With his strength, let alone him—even the other team