Seventeenth Floor's Crematorium

The elevator continued upward.

Fifteenth floor.

Sixteenth floor.

When it was about to reach the seventeenth floor, the elevator slowed down for the third time.

"What is it this time?"

Lin Rui had barely finished speaking.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted violently, as if it had been struck, and began to sway violently.

The lights inside the Heavenly Ladder immediately began flickering erratically. The steel cables overhead also creaked loudly, sounding as if they could snap at any moment.

Then.

Drip... drip...

Drops of viscous blood slowly seeped through the gap where the two elevator doors met, splattering onto the floor and blooming into Blood Flowers.

As more and more blood flowed out, the doors also began to open little by little.

The first thing that came into view was a grim green light.

Then.

An icy, bone-chilling wind swept over them.

A sea of raging flames appeared before everyone's eyes!

"Ghost fire?"

Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes.

The flames looked somewhat like Bone Fire, but they were not entirely the same.

The eerie green of Bone Fire was mixed with wisps of deep blue and faint black inscriptions.

The flames before them, however, looked more like the ghost fire commonly seen in graveyards in the past.

"A burning Supernatural Space?"

"Other than the flames, it seems like there's nothing else here. Don't tell me this is the crematorium's furnace?" Zhu Zhongwen peered out curiously.

"I heard that back in the old days, there were cases where living people who had fallen into a state of feigned death were sent into crematorium furnaces."

"Medical care was limited back then. Or rather, poor families simply couldn't afford hospitals. Someone could lie in a Mourning Hall for several days without anyone realizing they still had a faint heartbeat and breathing."

"After they were