"Ah—!"
The Bald Man was just about to leave through the entrance when a withered arm grabbed him.
He struggled with all his might.
Trying to break free from the pull behind him.
"Get away!"
"Don't come any closer!"
Extreme fear and unwillingness twisted his face into a savage grimace. He reached out and clung desperately to the doorframe, screaming hoarsely, "Save me... Please, save me..."
"I don't want to die..."
However.
No one answered him.
Instead, Xu Yanxing and the recorder quickly left the entrance without stopping at all.
"Ah—"
"I curse you all to die horrible deaths!"
"The research institute will definitely catch you, cut you into little pieces, and turn you into specimens! They'll also capture all your friends and relatives outside and lock them in the laboratory..."
He cursed loudly.
Pale or withered-black palms reached out from the darkness one after another.
Shoulders.
Arms.
Thighs.
Ankles.
Soon, palms had crawled all over his body.
"Uu—"
Amid his terrified whimpering, the Bald Man was dragged into the darkness. His fingers, which had been clamped tightly around the doorframe, scraped across the glass, making a shrill sound as his fingernails gouged it.
Xu Yanxing, who had already run some distance away, stopped.
He looked back.
The research institute's lobby had already become a thick, ink-like darkness. It was impossible to see what was inside. Even β-20's perception could not penetrate the haze.
However, the darkness seemed to be restrained by something.
From the moment the entrance opened until it closed, not even the slightest trace of it had been able to seep out.
This made Xu Yanxing breathe a little easier.
"This darkness is somewhat strange..." The recorder was also observing the situation in the lobby. He frowned slightly and said, "It resembles a file I saw