The Eighteenth Floor Where Wishes Come True

The eighteenth floor.

"Your curse has been suppressed for now. It won't flare up again for three years," a Cloaked Man seated on the right said calmly.

"That's wonderful!"

The man in the overcoat stroked his neck, beside himself with joy.

The ring of cracks around it had healed. The blackened, exposed flesh and the strange things that looked like coral polyps had all vanished.

Only a faint red line remained, reminding him of the horror he had endured.

"Complete your task, and that red line will disappear too. Then you'll be completely free." With that, the Cloaked Man turned his attention to the man who appeared to be elderly.

"Your turn. What do you want?"

Hearing this, the old man glanced at the excited man in the overcoat beside him. His throat worked a few times.

He still seemed unable to shake off the disgusting sight he had just witnessed.

But he knew he couldn't waste time. If these mysterious men who called themselves landlords got angry, he might end up as food on one of their plates.

He took a deep breath, pushed aside his stray thoughts, and stood. His voice trembled as he spoke:

"I want to find my child."

"He disappeared on that riverbed a hundred years ago."

"They said that if I brought them a life, they would release my child. But I sent thirty people to the riverbed, and they lied to me."

"I still haven't seen my child, and they've disappeared too."

The old man began to cry, sounding utterly heartbroken.

Beside him, however, Zhu Zhongwen wore a strange expression.

Damn it.

None of these people are normal!

That peddler, Liu Wu, was probably killed by him.

But wait.

*That happened in the old era, and he said his child disappeared a hundred