"Creak!"
"Creak!"
"Creak!"
The elevator doors opened to both sides, revealing an incomparably dark corridor.
Truly pitch-black.
Even the light inside the elevator could not leave it.
The moment it passed beyond the doorframe, it vanished without a trace. From the outside, it looked as though a curtain of black cloth had been hung over the entrance.
"We're screwed."
"This is a danger floor."
Yang Kun's expression shifted slightly.
But then he thought of Jiang Qiao, who was traveling with them, and his expression eased again.
Someone like Jiang Qiao.
If he were an enemy.
He would naturally make people feel despair.
But if he was on their side... then he was simply too reassuring.
Just then.
The trembling from the top of the elevator grew even more violent, then turned into outright pounding. It seemed that the vicious ghost above wanted to force its way into the elevator car.
The disturbance was so great.
That the previously stable elevator car began to sway, giving the impression that the cables might snap and send it plunging at any moment.
"I'll deal with you first."
Jiang Qiao looked up at the ceiling of the car.
A huge corpse was immediately reflected in his eyes. It was fat and at least 1.9 meters tall, weighing three hundred pounds. Yet it was extremely deformed. Its head looked as though it had never fully developed and was only the size of a fist.
It looked extraordinarily bizarre.
"Hmph!"
With a cold laugh.
Jiang Qiao raised his fist, but instead of using Thunder Art, he drew a talisman in the air, inscribing a black symbol on the ceiling.
Strangely enough.
The moment the talisman took shape, Wang Yong and Yang Kun could no longer feel the trembling.
"This..."
The two exchanged glances.
They simply did