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Wet footprints kept appearing, as if someone had just stepped through a puddle.
But strangely.
The footprints only had heels, with no forefeet, as if their owner were walking with their toes raised. Yet in reality, all these footprints were appearing out of thin air in the corridor.
The footprints did not stop.
After discovering Jiang Qiao and Wang Yong, they began appearing even faster!
The next second.
At the moment the footprints appeared in front of them.
Jiang Qiao heard a bizarre sound. It sounded like footsteps, yet also like drumming. In any case, it was extremely muffled, but carried a strange sort of "depth."
The sound was not loud, yet it could resonate with the mind.
Just listening to it once.
His mind would undergo an uncontrollable tremor, and that tremor would grow increasingly out of control.
Wang Yong felt that he was going to die.
Tilting!
His mind was tilting!
It was like uncontrollable shivering in the cold of winter—impossible to control or stop. Even though he knew something terrible would happen if this continued, his body no longer belonged to him.
His mind was boiling.
Rippling.
His consciousness began to disintegrate amid those ripples...
"Get lost!"
Suddenly.
A shout rang out beside his ear, like the tolling of a great bell or thunder exploding overhead. It instantly pulled Wang Yong back from the verge of unconsciousness and loss of intellect.
His trembling mind calmed.
The bizarre ripples vanished.
It was as if a hallucination had been interrupted, and Wang Yong regained his senses.
"That was close..."
"I almost died..."
After coming to his senses, he was filled with terror.
Fortunately.
Fortunately, Jiang Qiao had intervened in time.
Otherwise, one second later, his mind would have completely collapsed, and his consciousness would have shattered.