"Boom!"
Jiang Qiao did not move.
As lightning flashed, it swept through the darkness.
In an instant.
The Black Mist that had just seeped out of the room was wiped away.
There was no vicious ghost.
No curse.
Everything was perfectly ordinary, as if nothing had happened.
But.
After the darkness dispersed, Jiang Qiao discovered that everything here had changed. A layer of yellowish-brown wallpaper had appeared on the walls, stained with nauseating grease and damp marks.
The wallpaper had a pattern.
But the pattern was blurry and indistinct, looking like some kind of vortex.
The seams of the wallpaper were also misaligned. In some places, the edges had curled up, revealing the dark-brown wall beneath.
The ceiling had undergone an even more obvious change.
Not only had the lights changed into rows of fluorescent tubes, but they also kept flickering, making crackling electrical noises. Light and shadow alternated erratically, never truly going out, yet seeming to follow some kind of pattern.
This alternating light.
Made the shadows of the three men twisted and savage, as if monsters with bared fangs and claws were dancing.
"Nice one."
"Other people perform a disappearing act, and you give me a whole space-changing act?"
Jiang Qiao lightly stamped his foot.
The carpet beneath him had already warped. Its pile was severely worn, and in many places, the rough, filthy backing was exposed.
It had only taken a few seconds.
The environment here had already become completely different from when they arrived.
Older.
More decayed.
As if decades had passed.
"Bang!"
Jiang Qiao kicked a badly damaged door flying. Inside was an empty room.
There was nothing inside.
The second door.
The third door.
It was not until the sixth door that they finally found a corridor.
"Let's go."
A glint flashed in his